|My brother Brian called me from the storefront to tell me he was getting me a box of these delicious morsels of ganache.|
So it's 10 days before Christmas and French macarons has got to be on my list of favorite things. (Hint, hint Santa) My amazing brother called me at 8 in the morning FROM gay Paris to tell me that he was walking towards the infamous macaron shop. Because I am obsessed with the French culture, even studying the language from Junior High to College, I almost peed my pants when I got the call. Like, for real. If you were to put a french macaron in front of me and a cheeseburger, I would probably opt for the sweet, sometimes savory former. Yes, flavors like wasabi grapefruit or vanilla rose petal seem a bit curious but I like that Pierre Hermé combines interesting fillings with the beautiful meringue-esque egg white almond flour and 2 kinds of sugar goodness to sandwich the exotic filling like dulce de leche with fleur de sel. One day I will learn to make some from home and replicate Pierre's recipes but for now, I will be waiting by my mailbox of assorted macarons from my brother.
REASON number 5 for moving to Paris=Pierre Hermé macarons.
Who wants to go to Almondine in Dumbo, Brooklyn in the meantime?
|My awesome NOT-SO-LIttle Brother BRIAN and I|