I swear I'm done with the pinafores already. Well, until my skinny peanut grows big enough to wear these ones. Or until I get commissioned for one. Or until I find some cloth for art/mess pinafores. Or until I get some fabric that just speaks pinafore. Or until I feel like another one.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Macaron Fail
I've been seeing all of these sweet little sandwich cookies on the internet. I learned they are French macarons and very temperamental beasts. This shop in Paris has helped make them famous. Like most French cooking, it has a few simple ingredients, and LOTS of technique. The tutorials talk about achieving "feet" at the base of the cookie as the crowning glory.
I had no problem with getting feet.
They are really tasty though and I can see how they would be the perfect blend of chewy, melt-in-your-mouth goodness when done correctly. We'll see how the next batch turns out.
P.S. I would like to clarify after my giant fly post, that I have never ever taken a picture of poo in the bathroom. I never even knew this was done until college and I was looking a friends phone pics and saw a picture of a giant poo. I expected him to be embarrassed but instead he proceeded to tell our study group about said poo and I learned it was common practice for the college male.
I was the only girl in that study group.
| image from here |
They are really tasty though and I can see how they would be the perfect blend of chewy, melt-in-your-mouth goodness when done correctly. We'll see how the next batch turns out.
P.S. I would like to clarify after my giant fly post, that I have never ever taken a picture of poo in the bathroom. I never even knew this was done until college and I was looking a friends phone pics and saw a picture of a giant poo. I expected him to be embarrassed but instead he proceeded to tell our study group about said poo and I learned it was common practice for the college male.
I was the only girl in that study group.
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