Wednesday, March 4, 2009

a stubborn macaron moment

up until this past weekend, i hadn't eaten a macaron for almost a year. this was a self-imposed ban. when the best friend and i were in paris last march, we tasted these magnificent macarons from pierre herme. after tasting the salty caramel pierre herme macaron, i decided that i would not have another macaron (unless it was from pierre herme) because it would tarnish my memory of that incredible taste.

yes, i'm weird like that.

or perhaps, not weird really, but just another form of my infamous stubbornness making itself known.

well, never say never....and i had a macaron this past weekend when i was pitted against someone who can be just as stubborn as i am.

it all began this past weekend when JS and i were walking around hayes valley in the city....and there was this macaron place i had never seen before. i stopped in front of the large window to peek in at their wares. i noticed that this macaron place had a very modern design aesthetic and that they also carried Mariage Frères teas, another favorite of mine. i should have realized something was up when JS walked through the front door. i followed him as i thought that would give me an opportunity to see some of their flavors up close which included raspberry, violet cassis, coffee, almond, pistachio, chocolate, and caramel pecan. after i was done browsing their display case, i walked up to JS who was leaning up against one of the walls at this point.

"ok, i'm ready to go now." i said.

"you aren't going to get anything?" he said incredulously.

"nope."

his response was, "i can't believe you aren't going to get anything."

i gave him my "so what?" look. hey, we've known each other a long time. non-verbal communication works really well.

"i was going to get it for you." he explained.

"you want to buy me a macaron?" i ask...as it becomes my turn to be incredulous.

"yes." he said, seemingly exasperated at me ..."i can't believe you don't want to get anything. what about the caramel pecan one?" he knows i like caramel. a lot. "or how about the pistachio one?". he seemed to be quite adamant about this whole thing.

"uhh. ok. should we get in line?" i ask, suddenly very conscious that we have some eavesdroppers listening to our conversation and decide this is not the time and place for my infamous stubbornness to come out....no matter how much i really really really want it to. once we get in line, i think i choked out "i'll have the caramel pecan one."

JS then declares, "you should pick another one too."

i could just feel my internal rebellious streak go "grrrrrr" in response at his declaration. then i take a deep breath and say calmly "i'll have the coffee one then....and if that one isn't there by the time we are helped, i'll have the violet cassis".

there was only one coffee macaron left in the display case.

then i decided that it would be best if i didn't say anything for a while and kind of sit on my percolating irrational feelings of rebellion....because, it isn't like i haven't put him in a similar position around his birthday....and he did eat that cupcake because i baked it. a moment or two later, i started to find the humor in the situation when the lady in front of us in line....while she was being helped....she asked the proprietor if the coffee macaron in the display case was the last one. she was obviously one of the eavesdroppers. sigh. when the proprietor told her that he had more in the back, she picked the last coffee macaron in the display case for her collection.

so when it was our turn, JS orders the caramel pecan one and the coffee one for me....as well as the pistachio one for him. while the proprietor was getting the coffee macaron from the back and ringing the sale up, i grab a couple of napkins.

"i won't need one."
JS says as he gestures toward the bag of macarons ..."i have a big mouth and it will fit."

i make no comment as i hold the napkins.

as we walk out of the store, JS is holding the pistachio macaron and i am looking into the bag trying to decide which macaron i will try first. i hear this "hmmmmm" noise come from JS...and as i look at him, he is slowly demonstrating how the entire pistachio macaron fits into his mouth at once. he is also giving me this look that says "see, it fits." i can't help but laugh and shake my head as i take a bite out of the caramel pecan macaron. as we continue our walk down the street and i'm nibbling on the macarons, i say "if we are ever in paris at the same time, i'll take you to pierre herme so that you'll see what i've been talking about." and then JS counters with "i bet that", referring to the one i was nibbling on, "isn't the worst macaron to pass your lips."

sigh. "true", i replied honestly as i continued with my munching.

he is so stubborn.

yes, i know.

pot. kettle. black.

so there you have it, i'm eating macarons again. i was reminded of this experience today when i took a break from working on my presentation to grab something sweet and i found myself stopping at a local pastisserie....to buy some macarons



to bring home.....



and found myself laughing again over the memory as i took a bite of the strawberry macaron.

i suppose there is more to food memory than just taste alone. while i will always think about the pierre herme macaron as being the ultimate decadent pleasure in terms of taste....yet, now i also think there is room for additional enjoyable macaron food memories.

2 comments:

Victoria said...

Aaaaaaannnnnnd...... she's off the wagon.

foodie hunter said...

yup.