Came across my first Macaron in Paris. My Mum and I had selected then nursed our beautifully wrapped box nestling two perfect specimens back to
our quaint little hotel to savior them. They were exquisite to the eye…pistachio with a chocolate ganache for me, strawberry with raspberry creme for her and direct from the Patisserie of Monsieur Laduree himself, the father of Macarons. I hated mine! Sickly sweet, sticky and hugely disappointing (sorry M Laduree). Surely I was meant to love them? I am a Francophile after all!
Thus was born a mission to find the perfect Macaron back home and I finally have…at the Powerhouse Markets! Beautiful little Macarons, delicately hued, crisp outer shell, soft centers, just the right amount of sweetness…though the taste buds may have been enhanced just a tad by the delightful stall owner who whispered in a sexy french accent …’you must first savior with the eye and then with the mouth’…oh yes indeed!
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