Yesterday our little family of three was cold. It was four o'clock and the logical thing to do was have some hot tea. As soon as I started heating up the water, my husband said "I'll be right back!" and walked out the door. A few minutes later, he showed up with a beautiful pink box - ribbon and all. In it were macaroons from Gerard Mulot. Please pardon yet another mention of this patisserie, but he couldn't resist. This little pink box was the perfect addition to our tea time.
Macaroons are heavenly little creatures made of almond paste whipped with egg whites into oblivion in order to create a kind of merengue cookie. Various ingredients are added, creating a seemingly infinite variety of these little pastries. It seems that every time I enter a macaroon shop, there is a new flavor they've come up with. For example, my favorite yesterday was the passion fruit basil macaroon. I would never have thought of these two ingredients together, but it works. Oh, it works very well. A bit of tang and a bit of earthy basil - almost minty and definitely refreshing.
After drinking our tea and eating the entire contents of the little box, we decided we were warm enough to face the chilly evening. We took the loveliest stroll to St. Sulpice, and looked up:
A fountain sitting elegantly under a magical sky.
Macaroons are heavenly little creatures made of almond paste whipped with egg whites into oblivion in order to create a kind of merengue cookie. Various ingredients are added, creating a seemingly infinite variety of these little pastries. It seems that every time I enter a macaroon shop, there is a new flavor they've come up with. For example, my favorite yesterday was the passion fruit basil macaroon. I would never have thought of these two ingredients together, but it works. Oh, it works very well. A bit of tang and a bit of earthy basil - almost minty and definitely refreshing.
After drinking our tea and eating the entire contents of the little box, we decided we were warm enough to face the chilly evening. We took the loveliest stroll to St. Sulpice, and looked up:
A fountain sitting elegantly under a magical sky.
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