Who Are the Macarons
If a macaron were a person, it would be that friend who only drinks oat milk lattes and says “actually” a lot. They’re fragile, high-maintenance, and demand perfection. But when you get that first bite—the crackle, the soft chew, the burst of flavor—you forget the price and the pretension. You are just a tiny, happy human with a spot of pink jelly stuck to your lip.
So next time you see a box of macarons, don’t be intimidated. Pick a wild flavor, take a photo for your story (we all do it), and eat it like you own the place. Just, for the love of all that is holy, do not call it a macaroon. You’ve been warned.