And the meaning of life is macaroons. Yesterday I had a macaroon for the first time in my life and I knew the second I tried it that they were going to be a problem for me the rest of the time that I’m here in France. My mouth was in Heaven.
If you don’t know what a macaroon is, then you’re missing out on a vital part of life. No joke here. They are the most delicious thing in the world and it’s a crime that you can’t get them in the U.S. At least not “real” French macaroons. I had a chocolate macaroon for my first one and I swear I died and went to Heaven. I wish I could bring 87,000 of them home for all of my friends and family but they’ll be stale by the time I get back to the States. I guess I’ll have to eat all of them for everyone else.. Hmm, bummer for me.
The Wandering Sunflower 