Don't you wish your life was this perfect?
As for the Wednesday photo, no, I did not know the fellow. No, I did not ask if I could take his photo. No, he never realized his southern exposure was being memorialized. I never even saw his face. I was just in the right place at the right time with the camera in my pocket.
I have been cleaning and baking today. At last, at last my macarons are perfect! See that line of texture between the top and the bottom? That line means my macaroons have "feet." The egg whites held their fluff and the bubbles expanded in the oven creating a crispy structure to support the almond flour. This little button of delicacy is about an inch in diameter, and the long slanting rays of the sun make it look a bit more golden than it truly is. But I am filled with joy at the success of my macarons!! Happy, happy joy, joy!
And God only knows why everything is coming out underlined. I've tried to fix it, and it thwarts my every effort, making mocking noises and rolling its eyes like a sullen teen. As I struggle with my urge to throw the laptop across the room, it occurs to me that perhaps it really was a good thing thatI never had children. You throw the laptop across the room and curse it, and people think you're immature. You throw the smart-mouth fourteen-year-old across the room, and people lock you up with punks, drunks, junkies, and seriously crazy criminals. Dodged a bullet on that one, Roxie!
And God only knows why everything is coming out underlined. I've tried to fix it, and it thwarts my every effort, making mocking noises and rolling its eyes like a sullen teen. As I struggle with my urge to throw the laptop across the room, it occurs to me that perhaps it really was a good thing thatI never had children. You throw the laptop across the room and curse it, and people think you're immature. You throw the smart-mouth fourteen-year-old across the room, and people lock you up with punks, drunks, junkies, and seriously crazy criminals. Dodged a bullet on that one, Roxie!
Never had children? I knew I would keep finding more reasons to adore you. We, the childless reserve our right to be the immature children we never had.
ReplyDeleteCool, I was not aware macaroons were supposed to have feet.
ReplyDeleteI was aware that you can't throw teenagers, darn it.
Roxie you always make me laugh. Love your writing.
That is one stunningly beautiful macaroon.
ReplyDeleteIt's because Blogger is evil. Here is a little rant I had about Blogger the other day:
ReplyDelete"Have I mentioned how much I hate Blogger? How Blogger writes crappy code? How if Blogger was a person, I'd stick it in front of a firing squad without offering it a final cigarette or even a blindfold? How if Blogger was a car, I'd take it straight to the wrecking yard and personally load it into the crusher? How if Blogger was a weed I'd spray it with undiluted Round Up, incinerate it with a blowtorch, and then cover it with six inches of 1/4 minus gravel, which I'd compress under the wheels of my pickup?
Blogger, you better pray I never meet you in a dark alley."
While I can't say I remember ever wanting to throw one of my children across the room, I do remember leaving said room several times when they were younger so as to not come to the throwing part.
ReplyDeleteThe macaroons look like perfection. I love macaroons. The ones I make at Christmas are so sugary and chewy and melty.
I hope the party goes well.
Nice job on the baking.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the macs!!
ReplyDeleteI agree. It's a blessing I never had kids either. Of course, this meant that neither of us had to grow up, right?
LOL-- I confess. I once threw a shoe at my (at the time) 14 year old son. He'd left them in the kitchen and I'd tripped on them one to many times. Hey-- he ducked!
ReplyDeleteLook at the smile on that cat's face! Priceless :)
ReplyDeleteThe macaroon look fabulous.