Monday, March 21, 2011
Jour du Macaron
And you know what? That pretty much satisifed my craving for macarons for this year. Which brings me to this confession: I'm not really all that wild about a lot of the pastries in Paris. Now don't get me wrong. I love the boulangerie -- the yeasty smell of baking, the crunch of a still warm baguette, the sinfulness of a still warm flaky pain au chocolat or croissant, and even the occasional tarte citron or one piled high with fresh strawberries or raspberries. But the rest?
The thing is I'm not a huge chocolate person (which is something of a sacrilege in these parts) and those mounds of gooey cream that you'll find in an eclair, millefeuille, or Paris Brest don't really do it for me either. And while I freely admit that the cakes in the window often look spectactular, the visual artistry usually outweighs the actual taste. If you don't agree with me, that's fine. Look at it this way -- that's one more pastry for you.