If you haven't been following along, let me share.
A couple years ago, while walking thru our local New Seasons, I made a purchase that left a lasting impression on my palate. Though I had just walked 6 miles and was probably hungry for anything, it was the small variety box of macarons, made by Mindy Simmons of Decadent Creations, that did me in.
That was it. That was how it all started.
Lucky for me, just a few days later I joined a friend at the Chocolate Fantasy at Jenkins Estate, which was pretty much just a fancy barn with booths featuring all kinds of sweets for you to sample and buy. I was in luck! My macaron gal, Mindy, was there.
Since then, Aaron and Ben have taken on the arduous task of scouring the city to buy me macarons from different bakeries. What sweet boys. Would you believe that this is what they do for their father & son date...buy macarons for mom. Really? How lucky am I?!?
Most recently I was able to sample some macarons from Ken's Artisan Bakery, of which I've heard have some of the best macarons in Portland. I don't remember exactly what it was but I had a bright orange cookie with a vibrant red orange filling. It was kumquat and something else. I ate it in two bites and after I had swallowed that last bite, I realized I had eaten it so quickly I hadn't taken the time to fully enjoy it.
These cookies are like nothing else I've ever baked. I've made 6 batches to date (though by the time I finally get around to publishing this post it will probably be more) and none of them have come out the same.
The first batch, honey lavender, came out ok. Since the first batch came out pretty good I thought, "really, how hard can this be?!" I loved the subtle flavor of the lavender with the mild sweetness of the honey. So far I think it is one of my favorites.
My new friend, Lynelle, is also playing with macarons and we've been sharing experiences, tips, frustrations, websites, and YouTube videos, texting back and forth throughout the day and night. You'd think one of us is bound to figure it out sooner or later, right? Well if I can figure it out, and make them beautifully enough times in a row, I'd sure love to add them to my shop.
If not, maybe I'll just start selling what another friend called, "Weepies".
What's a Weepy, you ask?
Take a look at the picture above and think about how I felt another unsuccessful tray. They still taste great, I only wanted to cry when I look at them.
Let's just hope Weepies never make it to the menu.
Just know this. Even though I have experienced much defeat, it is not over. I am not done yet.