10 February

Ladurée

Well as you can see, I haven’t eaten anything for a month. So when I walked past Ladurée and did not see 70 people in line I had to belly up to the macaroons. And I must say they lived up to the hyperbole. If these little wafers had been heroin or cocaine they would have made it home to my loved ones. But as you’ve probably surmised: I am a sugar addict. The didn’t make it past 62nd street. I got 6 flavors. Raspberry was like a field of summer fruit condensed into one small cookie. Grapefruit was quite bitter in an adult way. Pistachio was a little to close to the dreaded hazelnut. Vanilla was delicate and sublime. Salted caramel was chewy but not enough to take out my dental work. Almond was not too arsnic-y. I devoured them all one after the other and did not regret a single expensive bite.