Eff you, macarons! I mean, really. What the hell’s your problem?
I tried undermixing the batter and you went all lumpy on me. So then I might’ve slightly overmixed the batter and you got all flat and footless.
I tried two recipes, various cooking times and four attempts now. I was patient and understanding, and you cracked or got all hollow and empty inside. Don’t even get me started on your inconsistency issues. I’ve tried my best, but you’re a high-maintenance pain in my ass! And now you got me feeling all hollow and empty inside, too. It’s contagious. You see?
There. I said it.
stubborn as a mule, a glutton for punishment?, persistent and totally NOT a quitter, I might give you another try. Annabelle and Rose told me not to give up on you. Yah, that’s right. The girls and I have been talking. Rose called you “tough buggers” but if you keep up this trouble with me, I’ll have other, less-than-ladylike adjectives to describe you, macarons.
Yes, we seriously need to spend some time apart.
I’m hanging up my apron now and will calm down with a glass of wine and an episode of Big Brother.
You can sit on the cooling rack and think about what you’ve done. Don’t even look at me.