Isn't this the most wonderful sight? Today I succumbed, I went to get a big box that I delivered to a client's new lady as a prelude to their date this evening (how romantic is that?), I couldn't resist it so now I'm sitting here delicately savouring a rose macaron.
Laduree Macarons are simply gorgeous works of art that one shouldn't eat but just can't resist. Whenever I feel miserable I pop along to Harrods and get myself treasure box of Macarons, their pretty colours and the sugary crunch followed by the slow melting deliriousness in my mouth is to die for.
Contrary to popular belief they actually originated in Italy, introduced by the chef of Catherine de Medicis in 1533 during her marriage to the Duc D'Orleans who later became King Henry II of France. Macaron comes from the word Macaroni meaning a 'fine dough'. Pierre Desfontaines, the grandson of Louis Laduree, at the beginning of the 20th Century came up with the idea of sandwiching the two almondy biscuits together with panache. Macarons are as intrinsic to French Patisserie as the croissant, they remain a wonderful treat for French families to share on a Sunday afternoon with their The.
I, for one, am glad of Pierre Desfontaines' idea and urge anyone who's never tried one to drop everything now and head to their nearest Laduree supplier!