This wicked chocolate witch laugh is dedicated to Carol at ParisBreakfasts. [Please insert your best imagined Lauren Bacall-sounding wicked witch laugh here.]
Carol will not stop torturing me with pictures and accountings of her devourings of macarons, which, as you know, are a passion of mine.
And so I finally had to learn how to make them:
[Re-insert wicked witch laugh here, only this time with more gloating and maybe a chocolate smudge on the witch’s mouth.]
P.S. If any of you recognize the photo background as a Carter’s baby blanket, you are welcome NOT to mention it. It is covering over the stuffed animals, also perhaps some stray stacks of Dagoba and Green & Black’s chocolate bars (there was a sale! it’s not my fault!) and a bottle of olive oil. I don’t know where to put these things. If YOU can organize my house, I will make macarons for you, I promise.
P.P.S. Yes, I will talk about things other than food next week. Unless I get distracted by Mimi’s invitation to tell about a kitchen failure.
P.P.P.S. I have some more work to do on improving my macaron technique. Then I will share how to make them, although I do not promise they will be as good as Ladurée’s.