Today is the day I reclaim my life. For the past three days, my life has been a fog of tissues, ibuprofen, and naps. It was all I could do to drag my sorry self off the couch and back into the bed. It was riotous good fun. But not today. Today is the day I start standing upright. Today is the day I will taste my food again (seriously, four days that I haven’t tasted anything I put in my mouth). Today is the day I leave the apartment. Today is the day I abandon my tissue box…maybe not that last one. I think that might still be necessary. But no worries; there will be plenty of hand washing.
And what am I planning on doing for my grand entrance back into life? Make macarons! Admittedly, this is a somewhat daunting task for a person whose head is still swimming in the vestiges of last night’s Nyquil, but nevertheless, I am determined. Armed with the beautiful tutorial provided by the incomparable Tartlette in Desserts Mag, I believe I can succeed. I know that these little gems have swept across the food blog world over the last year, but I’ve never been terribly cutting edge. I’m quite the bandwagon jumper, and a late one at that.
I attempted this project once previously with a moderate amount of success, but I have no records of that attempt. But this time, I believe I will overcome my fear of these finicky little French cookies and prevail and I will have the pictures to prove it. So here we go:
My plan was to make raspberry filled macarons and I wanted them to be pink. Per Tartlette’s directions, powdered food coloring is preferred so as not to disrupt the moisture balance. As I do not have such things in my humble kitchen, I took a tip from Jen at Use Real Butter and put gel food coloring in the granulated sugar. I may have over done it a bit…you’ll see.
Here are all my ingredients lined up and ready to go. I weighed everything out in grams…quite taxing on my little brain.
Powdered sugar and ground almonds into the food processor! They went for a whirl.
A VERY pink meringue…
The ever important macaronage…fold, fold, fold! (Have you noticed that my spatula is pink, too? I like pink)
Piped rounds waiting for the oven.
Fresh from the oven! Look at their little feet! Go me! (Ignore the lurid, Pepto Bismo color; focus on the beautiful feet!)
Filled with raspberry jam. (My sister is standing behind me as I take these pictures, “Can I eat one yet?”)
What d y’all think? I just noticed that the Chronicle had an article about macarons in this past Sunday edition. I swear I didn’t know about that when I started this morning.