Les macarons

When I was in Paris, nearly 7 years ago now, I was too busy gorging myself on pain au chocolat to indulge in any delightfully colourful macarons. However over the past month I’ve had an insatiable craving for those chewy delights. Unfortunately in Australia ‘macaroons’ tend to be sweet treats that are essentially giant clumps of shredded coconut. Not what I was after at all.

Behold the power of Facebook. I posted my plea and within hours had two recommendations, one for a patisserie the other for a fine food importer, both of which had real Parisian macarons. It turns out the food importer is no longer planning on stocking them as they have a tendency to arrive in hundreds of crumbly pieces. This made me sad. But The Boy ventured to the patisserie after hospital duties yesterday and returned triumphant – 10 sweet, crumbly, chewy, cream filled macarons, each a different delightful flavour.

So naturally out came the camera. Don’t they just look all pretty and French and feminine? They make me want to host a high tea with frilly dresses, fascinators, cucumber sandwiches and vases filled with garden roses. I think I’ll put that on my list of “things to do when I no longer live in a slum”.

Les macarons courtesy of Choux Cafe