Macarons, where have you been all my life?

     I recently took a trip to London and Paris for my honeymoon and it was one of the best experiences of my life. Though I’ve always been secretly obsessed with the French and their mysterious and glamorous ways, going to Paris has made this obsession even greater. I have to say that what I loved most about Parisians is their passion for great food. The largest obsession in my life is food, which isn’t so great for my waistline but nonetheless I absolutely cannot get enough of food. I love to eat, cook, and spend endless hours buying cooking gadgets. Needless to say Paris was my dream city in this regard. I don’t want to go all Julie & Julia on you, but after this trip I plan on mastering the art of French cooking just so that I don’t go into withdrawal. French food is the most delicious cuisine I have ever had the pleasure of tasting and there was one surprising French delicacy that I cannot stop obsessing over and that is the macaron.


     When I told a friend of mine that I was going to Paris she gave me two pages of notes of all of the things that I had to do to truly have an amazing experience. Number one on her list was that I had to eat a macaron. Frankly, I didn’t really see the big deal about eating a pastel colored cookie but I figured I’d give it a go. Before my trip I had only seen pictures of macarons in bridal magazines as a new wedding trend and they really didn’t look that appetizing. They looked as though they would be crunchy and cloyingly sweet and really not that satisfying. Boy was I wrong. While walking to the Eiffel tower, my husband and I passed several patisseries but one in particular had a huge window display of macarons. My lovely friend Claire told me that the pistachio flavored macarons were her favorite, so I that is the one that I ordered in my elementary French. When I went out onto the sidewalk and took a bite of this delightful cookie I had no idea that it would affect me so. As I bit into this pastel green cookie it was so good it made my eyes cross. The outer crust of the cookie was firm and almost crispy but when you bit down the inside was melt in your mouth moist and the filling was sweet but not overwhelming. As I took several more orgasmic bites I realized that I may have found my new favorite thing on the planet!


     Now that I am back in the lovely U. S of A, I am craving those little pastel circles of deliciousness. I am now on a mission to find a macaron just as life-alteringly good as the one that I found on Rue St. Dominique. In New York you can find any thing you ever could want so I am starting a macaron quest for the ages. I will report on every macaron that I consume and let you know which are worth the trip. It seems as though a good macaron is hard to find so I have my work cut out for me. Wish me luck!