several years ago, i took my first trip to paris and fell in love with macarons. coming back from my french adventure, i was determined to recreate those little goodies from heaven. i inevitably gave up due to their fickle nature and the fragile emotional state i was constantly left in while left helplessly staring at baking sheet after baking sheet wondering ‘where did i go wrong?!?’ eventually, i surrendered to defeat and closed the macaron chapter in my baking life. however, a couple of weeks ago i was reinvigorated with macaron potential after paying crazy money for all but extraordinary macarons. i began to do some serious research and eventually stumbled upon an amazing blog where a pastry chef demystified the grueling tasks of macaron making and i was positive that this time i was going to be unstoppable. three batches and 9 baking sheets of macarons later i was left with an overwhelming pile of macaron shrapnel, reminding me that i had yet again… failed. pure disappointment!
what began as a nice little project for a day free from work and auditions turned into an obsession. it is no longer about making cute little valentine’s for my friends, this is war. war between me, my oven and the temperament of those dang macarons of deliciousness. i simply strive to come close to the delicate wonderfulness of ladurée macarons and i will succeed come what may. if you have never had a perfectly crafted macaron you may think i am letting my dramatic nature consume me, but let me tell you, i am not, it is all perfectly reasonable. this is a quest that i am not taking lightly, and i will proceed until i conquer.