Ah, macarons. They are such wonderful and enigmatic things. The first time that I tasted a macaron was at a chocolate festival. There was a French bakery showcasing these delicate meringue and almond flour confections, and it was love at first bite. Since then, they hold a special place in my heart.
Making them, on the other hand, can probably bring a seasoned chef to tears. Even an experienced baker can botch these things. It seems like it takes equal amounts of skill and luck to get the almond flour, meringue, and sugar to come together in just the right way. The meringue has to be stiff, but not too stiff. The batter can’t be overmixed or undermixed. The weather can’t be too humid. The stars need to align. The baking gods need to smile upon you. You need to say a prayer.
I honestly don’t know what possessed me to try making them the first time. Perhaps I am just a glutton for punishment. Still, I tried, and failed. Then, I tried and failed again. And, I kept trying and trying. Then, I would sometimes succeed, but I still fail most of the time. (more…)