A large part of my Saturday was spent in my pajamas baking macarons. I'm sure I looked half mad wielding a whisk and running around the kitchen covered in sticky batter. What you've heard is true- these tiny guys are quite finicky. However a little love goes a long way, and three batches later I finally reached macaron enlightenment. Which I can only guess feels slightly akin to conquering Mt. Everest.
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