My Aunt once got upset with me for using the word “shit”, but to me, that’s how her macaroons tasted.
I’ve got some great news for you all – Macaroons have changed, they’re nice now.
As a child, if someone offered me something that looked like a biscuit then you took it as a given that it was ‘guaranteed’ to be delicious – that was until I discovered macaroons. Macaroons made me WARY of biscuits. Back then they were just big coconut scabs – all dry and thin like a pensioners kneecap.
“Don’t make a fuss James! They’re just “nut flavoured” biscuits” people would say,
But why then, did they taste of sadness and dog’s balls?
And the horrible taste lingered, If I try really hard, even now, I think I might still be able to taste my first one.
But yesterday my friends, I had a 21st century macaroon and it was different. Gone were the overriding flavours of melancholy and canine genitals and in their stead was a moist coconut delicacy. The beige dandruff cookie of my childhood had transformed into a seductive beauty, it didn’t have that dreaded arthritic snap that I remember, instead it parted slowly, coyly, like a sweet charmed maiden up for some barnhouse fun. And the colours! Magenta! Pistachio! Yellowish!
Go forth today my friends and find yourself a 21st century macaroon* – you will not regret it!
Unless you have a nut allergy*