"I'm bringing you something from NY, but I don't know if you're going to like them, but I'm bringing them for you anyway," said JC on the phone, the day before she was to fly in to SF. "OK, sure, bring it," I told her, wondering what the heck could it be.
Only THE most delicious sweet Parisian pastries from Macaron Cafe, opened by—what else?—a Parisian husband-wife duo. When JC handed them to me, she asked, "Do you even like macarons?" I told her I honestly didn't know. I can't even think when I might've had them. Sure I've seen them around—after all, SF is rife with French boulangeries, patisseries and bistros—but I'd always avoided them, mostly because the pastel colors signaled that these had to be too "sickly sweet" to be any good.
I was wrong. A luscious, creamy ganache filling comes sandwiched between two airy-crisp meringue domes, all of it bursting with flavor. The vanilla, mocha, chocolate, lemon, and peach ... I loved them all. Perfect with a cup of coffee or a strong cup o' tea.
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