Jean-Luc did arrive safely, which I'm sure will be a great comfort to my readership. The FedEx employee was a little taken aback, I think, at my overzealous gallop to her truck, but when I explained it was a package of French macaroons, she understood my eagerness.
Of course, I did have to exhibit a little self-control, as Sasha's already big, brown eyes, upon seeing the box, widened still more, and his cute, petite voice asked - what's that?
-Special Mommy cookies.
-May I have a cookie, please?
-No-o-on! C'est le mien! (Actual tears began to form) - Okay, you may have one and I will have one. (And we indulged - he had a chocolate-hazelnut, I, a pistachio. It was lovely.)
After sampling all six flavors, I realized that the genius of the macaroon is its balance of flavors and textures. A candy, meringue-like top, then soft, chiffon cake, and in the middle, flavored almond paste. Almond paste - the ingredient that intrigues every time.
They were delicious, divine, but what I missed was a certain amount of complexity, which I tasted with Laduree macaroon - noticeably absent was a rosewater aftertaste.
I think I can accept Jean-Luc, as he has traveled so far, and I don't think it is the most practical for me to fly to Paris once a week, as it is just a cookie - but a marvelous cookie at that.
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