I normally don’t — or won’t — do food posts (as they’re hard to do without becoming frivolous, vapid, annoying, or any combination of the three), but these macarons deserve a post of their own. And their own post they shall have. At $2.50 each (or $30 for my box of 12!!!), they’re allowed to get some special treatment.
These came from Bisous, Ciao at the corner of Ludlow St. and Stanton St. on the Lower East Side.
Macarons are my dessert-food guilty pleasure, mostly because they’re never cheap, and partly because they’re almost pure sugar. I know this for a fact. (I wish I didn’t; then I could eat them in a relatively more guilt-free state.) Sometime over spring break this year I tried — unsuccessfully, I might add — to make them, and they were something like 1% eggs, 1% almonds, 98% sugar.
I may be slightly exaggerating.
They’re odd things. Caught between a cookie and a candy, they have a very particular texture that’s foam-like on the inside and eggshell-like on the outside. I’m really not sure how to classify them, and their original French makers have been infuriatingly unhelpful with this nominal issue, calling them a “confection.”
They are, perhaps, a weird choice of food with which to celebrate the Fourth of July, and to be honest, I only bought them on a whim. I don’t do Independence Day.*** But if you think about it, in a roundabout sort of way, we can just say I’m trying to make a nod at the role the French played in American independence. So there you have it: oblique, accidental patriotism.
Happy 4th of July! If you’re American and into that sort of thing.
*** For a series of long, complicated reasons into which we won’t delve
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Currently on heavy rotation: “Archangel” by Two Steps from Hell. It’s music composed to be in movie trailers, and thus it is Glorious with a capital G.