(Note: Yes I’ve been absent for a few months, as culinary school and work consumed all of my time…I’m talking about 15-17 hour days! But now I’m on summer break from school, so I suddenly have my life back, albeit for a brief 2 months. I will try to take advantage of this time and update this blog more!)
Recently I was given a box of chocolate macaron mix from France. The fact that in France boxed macaron mix is available only increases my fondness for the country. I have a dream that someday American grocery aisles will be home to such conveniences as boxed macaron mix, alongside our quick bread and cake mixes.
As macarons are one of my most beloved baked goods (that are gluten-free, THANK HEAVENS!!), I was excited to try it out. With my limited knowledge of the French language, I deciphered the instructions to the best of my ability, and set out to make macarons for the first time.
Well guys, I finally did it…I have been swept up by the mass hysteria and have outlawed gluten from my diet. GASP!!! How can this be? (You may wonder.) The simple thing of it is, I have long suffered various chronic digestive symptoms that typically were not crippling enough to warrant any serious evaluation.
I’m excited to document my first failed recipe for this blog!
Well, I mean, I would certainly have prefered not to have wasted the time and ingredients on this ultimately unservable puran poli, but the whole point of this blog is to enhance my cooking skills through practice. Sometimes you are just gonna screw up, no matter how hard you try. And I REALLY tried. I read multiple recipes and watched demonstrative videos, yet despite all this I still failed.
When I was a little kid (and I still lived in the northeast), I remember going to various bakeries with my mom (Swiss, German, Italian bakeries all served rainbow cookies, only the French ones didn’t, as they offered petit-fours, which I guess is like a French rainbow cookie in a way). And during every bakery visit, I always headed straight for the rainbow cookies.
As I stood surrounded by the dark wood-paneled (sometimes Bavarian stylized) bakery walls, admiring those colorful little rectangles behind the glittering glass pastry case, and smelling the aroma of warm sugar, all I could think about was how magical it all seemed.
It was through those early bakery trips that I came to fall in love with rainbow cookies.