I love macarons. This love started in Paris in a cafe called Angelina. (The link will take you to the site in French but you can see the photo of the cafe and click on the arrows to see more pictures. Just look at those treats behind the glass!) The cafe is across the street from the Louvre and was frequented by Proust and Coco Chanel among others. It's been there since 1903.
The day I left France in the summer of 2007 my friend and his mother picked me up at the train station and brought me to Angelina for breakfast (which in France is jam on bread and an espresso). I had butter and honey on a baguette and was struggling not to speak French since I spoke English with them and had been speaking only French for the past three weeks in the program I attended. I also had macarons. They were magical.
I've been wanting more ever since, but as you may or may not know, meringue is tricky and I am too scared to attempt making them. When I was home for Christmas I saw macarons in the window of Sucre on Magazine Street but didn't have time to purchase some. Then I stumbled upon Albemarle Baking Company's (we'll call it ABC from here) website. They were making macarons for spring. I've had some of their yummy desserts and decided their macarons were worth a try. I usually don't bring money with me to school when I sub but I happened to have my card on me and after an especially rowdy day with pre-k'ers I decided I earned those macarons. So I went to ABC.
They had two boxes left. $5. Perfect. And then my card wouldn't work. Apparently it was my card's fault since it was the first time it happened that day. Awkward. So I left and seeing a hounds-tooth dog bowl place mat in the window two stores down I went in and bought it with my non-functioning card. I came home, found some cash, and went back to ABC. Those macarons were mine. My money worked just fine and I came home, poured myself some coffee, and savored all but one of the delicacies.
I got online to check the status of Michael's flight. Then I checked my bank account to see that I had indeed been charged for the macarons. Brilliant. So I call ABC and am instructed to print out the bank account info and bring it in. I take Theo out before I leave with my last macaron in hand. As I open the door somehow the macaron FLIES OUT OF MY HAND INTO THE GRASS. I cannot justify the 5 second rule in this case since my dog recently pottied in that spot. For shame. So I go back to ABC and since the charge is pending they can't do anything yet and it doesn't even show up in their system. (The charge did indeed post to my account. I deserve a free cookie or something.) Now I'm late to pick up Michael and 5:00 traffic doesn't help.
The macarons, they were totally worth it.
Lemon, Raspberry, Mint Chocolate, Chocolate, and Coffee (or the one that got away)

