First, I waxed lyrical over my dinner with Helen of Grab Your Fork.
Then, I rhapsodised over the bag of goodies she bequeathed to me.
Now, it’s time to showcase the macarons that came alongside said bag of goodies. I think I should let the treats speak for themselves.
(You can see where this is going, can’t you?)
Chocolate Ganache Macaron: I’m fairly certain I’m the bee’s knees. Just look at me! I look a bit like a cheeseburger, except instead of being filled with icky meat and sprinkled with sesame seeds, my insides are chocolate and I’m adorned with GOLD FLAKES. Oh, and did I mention that Helen made me?
Salted Caramel Macaron: So what? Helen made me too, I also am adorned with gold dust, and I taste AMAZING. Better than you. In fact, I made Hannah realise just how amazing butter can be, simply through my divine, silky, salty-caramel-please-never-end flavourful goodness.
Rosewater Macaron: I know I was everyone’s least favourite, but it’s not my fault. I wasn’t made by Helen, so how could you expect me to taste as good? Plus, being the least-loved macaron in a conglomeration of delightful macarons is hardly the worst label in the world, is it? I mean, I still taste better than tripe.
Chocolate Ganache Macaron: I defy you both! I Am Chocolate, Hear Me Roar! Plus, the Housemate really liked me. So there.
Salted Caramel Macaron: Yeah, but I also come with chocolate cookie crumbs that make me look like a witch with growths on my face. BEAT THAT.
Chocolate Ganache Macaron: I will beat that. See how my rich, chocolatey ganache is enveloped by sweet almond meringue biscuit? And how my assertive ganache firmness plays off the delicate crumb of the meringues?
Salted Caramel Macaron: That’s all well and good, but each of the four people who were lucky enough to try we macarons thought that I was, by far, the tastiest. I WIN FOREVER.