I have the strangest craving today… especially since I’ve only had it once in my life. I’m talking about French macarons. The first place I saw them was at a cafe/restaurant near my house, but I didn’t know what they were, besides adorable, colored little cakes. Then, when we were in Philadelphia last month (or was it 2 months ag0), my friend Val told me she had a box of French macaroons that her parents sent her from France, and would I like to taste them with her. In my mind, I pictured those little turd-shaped coconut balls which I remember being offered on many Passovers… because they are Kosher. Instead she opened this tiny box with 8 or 10 beautiful, colored little cakes. We didn’t know the flavors, so we tasted each one and tried to guess (looking at it now, we guessed “orange blossom” and “blackcurrant violet” wrong) and the flavors were so delicate and divine. The rose was my favorite. Meanwhile, in the dumpiest hotel room ever, Missy and Brontis talked comic books and video games while we had little bites of heaven.
I’m not sure what reminded me of them today… but I think I need to go get one in the near future. They’re not cheap. (Around $3 a piece for a cookie the size of an Oreo). Anyone wanna come with me?
Are you a fan of these?