"I never knew it before, but the macaron is a lot like Eliza Doolittle. Imagine you met Miss Doolittle at the end of My Fair Lady, when she can talk, dress, and dance like all of the other society girls. It is in this altered, Pygmalion state that I first encountered the macaron, a two-bite cookie gem, in Paris. All you see is the polish. You have no idea that this girl, or this cookie, has an underside anything other than pure luxury, hauteur, entitlement. But indeed, you are mistaken. There is much that you do not know." - Steven Perez from Bookmarklet

I adore macaroons. (Nestle Toll House stores have a sinfully delicious chocolate chip macaroon.) - Ladyepiphanybug