Macarons are notoriously admired for being deviously delicious sometimey whores. It's one of the few things that people actually freak out about baking. It may be because they're meringues, but it's most likely because they're french. I say a cookie is a cookie is a cookie, but then I never actually tried to make them. My real courage came a few days ago when I stumbled upon this lovely blogpost about how we were all silly chickens for worrying over a dessert, and I decided it was time to try my shaking hand.
The process I'll tell you was pretty painful. And really it's my own fault. For a while now I've sort of prided myself on getting by without a mixer because I only have so much counter space and hell, cooks in the old days didn't have machines. They only had their two hands! And maybe a fire or something... Yeah definitely a fire.
However, sometimes the old fashioned way sucks. Whipping egg whites to stiff peaks by hand took forever and by forever I mean 20ish uninterrupted arm burning minutes of "all in the wrist". But I did get my arm, my peaks, and my "feet" all where they needed to be. And for a first try I'm pretty proud. Only a small bunch came out iffy (but undeniably delicious). In the future though, mixer! Sweet Martha, give me a mixer!
Batch 1 |
Batch 2 |
Saucy little macarons, you don't scare me.
Get the recipe I used from Fine Cooking Magazine here
Oh heavens, you whipped the eggs by hand??? No wonder you lost an arm! But your second batch do look lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love it! Batch 2 looks perfect!
ReplyDeleteI admire your perseverance, Mags! These look yummy!
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