The story of the
French Macarons…
That kicked my ass.
Last night, I decided to attempt to make some French Macarons. I don't know what came over me. I ran around the city finding all of the ingredients that I would need to make these little babies perfect and amazing like all of the ones that I see in the stores. Once I gathered everything, it was time to begin my disaster, I mean, adventure.
Given his descent, he was NO help.
Here is the recipe that I used/mauled:
(thanks for the recipe Laura)
Round one...
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| Who knows what went wrong here. They wouldn't come off of the Silpat. Uggg. |
Round two...
Things started looking up. Well, kinda... making the perfect circle was challenging too (as you can see). Andrew loved the messed up ones.
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| Batch 1 on the right & batch 2 on the left. |
Some of my better work...
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| Yes, there are only 6 that look normal. Don't judge me. |
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| Not too shabby! |
Not sure if I will be making these again any time soon. Maybe a week off will get me back into my groove.
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| I used to believe this. |
We're what the French call "les Incompetents"
-nicola & the little pup
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