I have been remiss in posting and in thanks, so here is a long overdue blog to Joy Schultz who was inspired to go out an make some macarons and then send them to me for some feedback. She, however, did not commit the fateful wax paper mistake that effectively destroyed my macarons, and so hers were perfect. I think they are by far the best ones I have had since leaving France. She followed this recipe, used my chocolate ganache recipe for some, and then improvised a delicious orange butter-cream filling for some others. These pictures don’t give justice to how beautiful they were, and the raspberry ones aren’t even shown because I devoured them before I could even think to snap a picture. Thanks Joy!
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHeavy is the hand that holds the cake pop. 💞Valentine’s Day had a rough start (because toddler tantrums and bakeries across town being out of their special holiday pastry after you endured said tantrum to make the trek there), but the day was redeemed with homemade cake pops, enthusiastic friends, and no restraints in sprinkles application. After naps we strolled around the neighborhood delivering them to friends. Henry has made this day a verb and keeps on asking if he can “Valentines more people,” which means shower the people he loves with things he loves. And that is the very heart of what we should celebrate today, in all its inclusive and platonic goodness.Etta is a constant reminder of when I last got my hair cut (9 months next week). She’s also my saving grace on days like today, when a certain toddler just about did me in with his need and she’s all like “Go ahead and neglect me mom, it’s cool. I’ll just giggle at you from across the house and grin until you’ve got a second to tend to my very simple and logical needs. And when The Loud One takes every. Single. Toy. Away. I shall just merely persevere and amuse myself for 45 minutes with a spoon I found under the couch. Ladies gotta look out for each other. PS: I did spit up in your hair when you weren’t looking. Really gotta get those mangy ends trimmed.”