Of course the minute I promise more blogging, I'm off to Paris. Pregnant in Paris. I could spend an entire post writing about the things I couldn't eat in Paris --runny eggs, hollandaise, bearnaise (any aise, really), stinky cheeese, steak medium rare, cured meats, SALAD--basically there is large overlap between what pregnant women can't eat and what Parisians eat. But instead of complaining about my Paris trip, which doesn't really seem fair, I'll focus on what I could eat. MACAROONS!
And what better place than Ladurée to find them. Ladurée, founded in 1862, is like the Tiffany of macaroons. What a perfect little french shop--decadent, feminine, and a bit formal. I felt like I was inside a perfume bottle that smells like cookies.
Here's me hiding my pregnant belly with a Ladurée bag. Perfect cover!
I must admit that I had never tried a macaroon until Paris. With one bite, I was quite taken. See that yellow one? It tasted like a lemon tree in my mouth. The green one? Pistachio. I couldn't believe how much fruity flavor was packed into these.
I think these cookies have been photographed more than Paris Hilton.
This particular bunch traveled from Paris to London. As you can see, they are quite delicate and start to crinkle. That green one? Green apple!