Dial M for Macaron
pistachio and grapefruit macarons, originally uploaded by cannelle-vanille.
Ok, Cannelle et Vanille is some kind of genius. Not only did she take this photo (and you know how I love macaron photos!), but she made them, too. You can see a recipe here, and I also suggest you take a little looksee through her Flickr for other goodies, like these amazing acorn-looking guys. Yum!
Oh my goodness macaron pr0n! XD
You know, I had macarons at a wedding a few years ago, and I kept wondering why in the world they didn’t taste like coconut. *facepalm* Now I know. (and knowing is half the battle! *snerk*)
They’re so beautiful and delicate! And the colors are unbeliveable!
I think you might mean “macaroon?”
Macaroons are coconut cookies. Macarons are the cookies above.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Macaron
I totally confused the two for years as well!
Roger that! Sorry for the mistake.
No worries! I’ve been noticing them spelled as “macaroons” with increasing frequency, so maybe it’s becoming an acceptable spelling? Who knows.
Them’s some high-falutin’ macarons.
Really, they’re pretty fancy.
Every time you post those macarons, I always think they don’t look very appealing — something about the colors. But these are beautiful! I love the way these look.
I was on a business trip last week, and found a place in New York that sells macarons that were the size of my palm. They apparently consider the bite-size kind (what I always thought of as the regular size) to be “mini-macarons.” I couldn’t resist trying a big one – just as chewy/ethereal as their smaller siblings, I’m happy to report.
Wow….I keep thinking that if you took a big breath and whispered at those they’d just float away. Lovely!
I just have to comment, if only the once.
I’ve lived in France (home of the macaron) for around four years now, and, at a friend’s birthday the other day, I ate my first macaron. “Cassis”, blackcurrant. Oh, the joy. The bliss. The ecstasy.
I bit into it and my first reaction was “oh, so it’s meringue?”. Then the taste hit me, and I smiled. “Mm, blackcurrant.” Then, the moist innards of the poor dying macaron. Moist, spongesque (yes, I did make that up) innards, that were impregnated with those “cassis” juices. I stopped, and the almost tart fruitiness sang to me.
“Katy,” they said, “Katy, you must eat more of us, by hook or by crook, Katy, please please please.” I looked at the macaron that I had taken a nibble out of it, and it seemed to smile knowingly at me.
“Merde.” was the only thing I said.
I have since tried to buy some more. A pack of ten? Mango, blackcurrant, cherry, coconnut and chocolate, passion fruit? Two each, you say? Let me check my bank account, at 8 euros for the box.
Maybe my Christmas will be fruitful in delicate macarons? I wonder how many I could stuff into my stocking?