I am sick and tired of the perfect macaronages going on around me. Can we even remember what life was like before Ladurée and Pierre Hermé Paris came along and showed us that food superstardom could be packaged as small, colorful and incredibly tasty discs? All of a sudden, I wanted in on the fun.
There has always been a wall around my mind where the thought of making macarons refuse to penetrate. It is odd, but I was intimidated... afraid to jump in and look foolish if I failed. Which is even more odd because being perceived as foolish is something that has never stopped me from living a full life, the funnest life. And I've failed at a lot of things, actually.
Top left: Ground black sesame Top right: Red-fleshed dragonfruit
Nevertheless, I mustered up the courage and tried my hand at making macarons just recently because this was on my list of "Must-Dos-Even-If-It-Kills-Me" in 2011. The first time I tried to make these delicious little monsters, I failed. I tried again and failed again. And if that wasn't enough of a blow to one's self-esteem...I, who'd learnt to bake for the first time in Alsace, the place where Pierre Hermé himself comes from, couldn't master the art of macaron-baking the third time round. Yet, everyone else in the blogosphere seem to be breezing through their macaron initiation. If making macarons is mostly about technique rather than a recipe, then something was amiss about the way I macaronage.
Spurred on by the recent successes of fellow bloggers, Xiaolu of by 6 Bittersweets and Roxan of Sweet Shanti, I set about my journey towards macaron-dom for the fourth time today. Flavorwise, I decided on black sesame meringue shells filled with a red dragonfruit buttercream (the pink color was natural). The results, as you can see, weren't all that bad but I show you not the whole story. Half the batch had cracked tops, and more than half were feet-less. *Deep sigh...* I think, I think I know where I went wrong. And because there will be a fifth time doing this all over again, there will be no recipe accompanying this post. Hopefully next time, there will be :-).
My unFrench, feet-less macaron siblings. Aaaargh...!