This (from here),
And this (from here).
"Macarons are the next cupcake", says the food news industry, while the rest of the (sane) world gags and throws up a little in their mouths because they've been subjected (again) to the "Xs are the next Ys" pronouncement.
We don't have macarons in my town. I'm pretty sure we don't even have them in the next town over, which is saying a lot. So I look at pictures of them, and dream about them, and fantasize a little about making my own, and then laugh until I'm hysterical at the idea of having time to make a loaf of bread, let alone a fancy-pants pretty meringue thingy.
Two weeks ago, at a local tea shop, I spotted the ever-elusive macaron, available for purchase. Available for EATING.
AND THEY DID NOT TASTE LIKE LITTLE CRUNCHY BITS OF HEAVEN IN MY MOUTH.
Classic case of hype-induced disappointment? Or are macarons just kinda boring? Or were these bad macarons?
Picture me, at home, with dreams dashed.
(The macaron related ones, anyway.)
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