03/24/2020
Beginning as far back as the dawn of the first whipped egg white, the birth of the chicken what laid it and the baker who thoughtfully used that egg white in that holy grail of french pastries called the macaron, there seem to exist volumes of "fool proof" recipes for producing crisp shelled, full bodied macaron cake with perfectly developed feet.
Sadly and hundreds of macarons later, I feel like the one fool who can prove them all wrong because I haven't made a single successful batch using any of those recipes. My garden is getting a sugar high from all the failed cookies being dumped into the compost and I fear the tomatoes and peppers will one day take over the greenhouse like some radioactive anomaly.
I REFUSE to be the only baker on the planet who can't make macarons. It's just not gonna happen. I am determined to master the little bastards if it's the last thing I do. *thwwwack*
In this, the world's hour of despair, we NEED macarons to help us feel better. Wish me luck! In the meantime, you can salivate over these perfect beauties, which you know were not made by me. . . . yet!