The cookie and me
Earlier this week, I ventured dangerously close to OTP so that I could buy some of the best chocolates in the city for my Valentine (and other people...and I got in trouble but it was worth it so I don't care). While Maison Robert sells mostly chocolate truffles and candies, they also have some small tartlets and cookies, including macaroons. I never had a real macaroon before and after learning more about them...I still haven't. There are two common types, but the real ones found in French patisseries are soft and light and look like this:
The macaroon I bought for myself looked like this:
It was dense and heavy and covered in a thick layer of dark chocolate. Because I was being sneaky, I had to eat it in the car before I got home. So I took a bite, and then another, and then another, and I still couldn't decide if I liked it or not. There wasn't much cookie left to make up my mind. But there was another factor here, as well: almonds. I have never in my life figured out if I like almond-flavored foods. I know, it's hard to be me, having these tortuous decisions in my head. And then, you know, NOT having a filter to NOT share these thoughts with people.
So anyways, yes, I finished the cookie. Sorry for the suspense. And I was content, having had a macaroon in my life. I could move on.
Or so I thought. Approximately 14 hours later, while staring out of my windows at work, I saw a macaroon pass by. And then another. It was a storm of macaroons! All covered in deep, dark, delicious chocolate with a satisfying chewiness, especially at the edges where the chocolate meets the almondyness of the cookie. Mmmmm...
I'M IN LOVE WITH MACAROONS.
And I hate them, too, because they're haunting me with their deliciousness. It might not seem so disturbing to want a cookie this badly, but just ask the cuban sandwiches. They know what my love REALLY means...
Why do you torture me with your tastiness?
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