If you've lived in France, you're probably familiar with a little place called Ladurée and their
legendary macaron. Sweet and chewy, with a gooey filling (oh, my mouth is filling with saliva), macarons cannot be resisted.
Ladurée has since come to London and its macarons have spread wide and far to many French bakeries across the city. So when my husband's co-worker bought him a dozen flavoured macarons from
Paul for his birthday, I did what had to be done. I ate them.
To clarify, I only ate t...
Published on August 31, 2010 06:06