To me, they are the most perfectly-exquisite essence of Oooh la la. Paris. Europe. There is just something about these colorful, quaint little cookies that bring out the romantic in me. Somehow they LOOK like the Eiffel tower. . . and evoke visions of a French pastry shop.
Imagine a weekend shopping trip in Paris (on a rainy day of course,) pink polka-dotted umbrellas above our heads and bagfuls of goodies over each arm. Forget lunch, though that cute outdoor café is tempting. But over there in that window - a giant plateful of macaroons, in every flavor imaginable . . .
Mmm. A steamy "shot" of espresso would add the perfect touch, warming our chilled bones and giving us the caffeine punch we'll need to continue shopping! (because of course $$ if of no concern. Today we can buy *anything* we want. Just this once. ;) )
. . . Hm? Um, yeah - caught day dreaming again! I have this problem, you see, when it comes to Europe. :dreamy sigh: But anyhow. I think I'll try making macaroons . . .then I'll do a blog post and gush over how scrumptious they were. . .And even if they aren't , the whole idea of biting into a lovely, "French" MACAROON is soooo romantic! Hey, no one ever said food couldn't be romantic. I think Anne would agree:
"Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath."