This post is short and sweet. I created this montage of all things French to enter a contest. I didn’t win. Reason why? I am not a professional artist. That’s who won. Some chick who painted a picture good enough to be hung in the Louvre. I’m not a sore loser and I wish her all the best but to be honest….is this not stunning?
So, can we talk about the French Macaron for a second? They are a pain in the butt to make. I know some of you out there are pastry chefs and some of you have mastered this light, airy and gorgeous cookie but I am not one of you. I tried making macarons. They turned out looking like boobs. Yes, boobs….boobs with feet. I folded, tapped, held my breath, told people to be quiet in the kitchen and they still came out looking like a bunch of boobs on a plate. So why would I stress myself attempting to make these again? I won’t. I can’t. I will NOT. Especially since the bakery down the street makes them so beautifully….even though a dozen is about the same price as a small car.
Here is my take on the streets of Paris. Perhaps one day I will go. Perhaps I won’t.
p.s. I should have at least placed 2nd or 3rd in that contest but I lost to a bunch of cookies and a necklace that looked like it was bought on eBay. Just sayin…