I seemed to have a large abundance of egg whites hanging out in my fridge, and just the right amount of almond flour hiding in my cupboard. I knew it was time. Time to tackle macarons again. But what kind shall I make?!?! I still had two little bottles of yuzu juice, and thought to myself “sweet christ, yuzu and strawberry macarons!”. It all sounded so perfect. I had everything I needed, and I was suddenly craving that citrusy yuzu taste somethin’ fierce.
…Until I opened the bottles and realized they had gone bad. I WAS SO SAD!
So I pondered what kind to make. Boring old strawberry? Lemon? Caramel? Bacon? Bacon. Always bacon.
That, my friends, is a bowl full of sticky artery-clogging goodness. Heavy on the cream, heavy on the bacon, heavy on the maple. You might as well just skip a step and go straight to the hospital before you eat this shit, cause it’ll kill you. In the best possible way of course. All I did was throw some cooked chopped bacon in a pan with maple syrup until it was super reduced and bubbley, then mixed that in to a thick caramel that can be piped so that it holds its shape. Nomeriffic.
I won’t show you my tray of under-baked macaron shells, so sad. Good for snacking, but just a right mess to get off of the silpat. I think my diet today has consisted of the following: macaron batter, caramel, bacon, assembled macarons, and a turkey bacon swiss sandwich….that’s all good for me, right? Right?! I feel a headache happening. I need some greens, stat!