So I don't know that I can rightly call these "macarons."
In fact, I have been saying "mac-a-RONES" all night. But I feel something could be developing here, y'all. I have recently become enamoured with these perfect little pieces of sugar puffs that are called Macarons and in reading so many baker blogs I have become increasingly insecure about my first attempts at these seemingly small but truly monumental cake/cookie/sandwiches.
I would actually feel more comfortable saying these are sandwich cookies for now. Oh trust me, I will be doing this again.
Next time I will get "feet" by avoiding a wet mixture. Next time I will make sure my meringue forms stiff peaks of insane proportions, behemoth peaks! Next time I will be sure not to overbake or underbake, and I will let them dry and harden BEFORE putting them in. In fact, next time I will be using the bible of macarons to guide me, and this other handy website where we learn all the fix-its.
But in the meantime, hey check it! I made them pink!
That was also kind of supposed to be red (solidarity with student strikers!! VIVE LA GREVE!!) but I didn't quite put it in at the right time, bla bla...
