Mad for Macarons

I blame it all on flickr you know. As a self-proclaimed flickr addict I can often be found perusing the pretty, pretty pictures from my contacts’ pages. What’s a girl to do when suddenly her eyes are filled to the brim with picture after picture of these pretty party confections?



Why, she hits the internet (and yelp) to see if she can find them in her very own city. For those of you in the know, French macarons (as opposed to coconut macaroons) are addictive. They have the most intense flavor whether it is a simple vanilla delight or a cotton candy colored exotic such as rose petal or lavender. Even without the fabulous flavors, the texture alone makes my toes wiggle in delight. They are light and delicate to the touch and that first bite is a doozey.



Unbelievable as it may seem, they are at once crispy-flakey and ooey-chewy. They melt in your mouth and that swipe of crème in the center tickles the senses and before you know it, you are in love. For those of you not in the know, a French macaron is kinda like a very fancy sandwich cookie. One macaron consists of two flakey almond flour cookies sandwiched together with a hefty dose of buttercream or ganache. They range in flavors from classic vanilla or chocolate to salted caramel, lemon or green tea. I really haven’t met a macaron I didn’t like. But to be truthful, I do believe I enjoy taking pictures of them more than I like eating them.

Sshhh…keep that on the down low, will ya?