Disasters...

How does that saying go... whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger?

Last night's baking adventures went bad. I was trying a new recipe for macarons, and needless to say everything went wrong. First off, I had to borrow a coffee grinder from someone to grind up my nuts, which slightly turned into a hassle. Then I made a complete mess trying to pipe them onto the cookie sheets. I started out making them too big, then too small, then too close together. My table was so full of stuff, that I stacked the 2 cookie sheets while I was working on them. Of course, the one on top slipped and fell onto the macarons on the bottom tray. But that was only the beginning.

For times sake, I put both pans in at the same time and just switched them half way through, so some were darker on top than others. When I pulled them out of the oven to see if they were done, I very lightly touched one and it crumbled under my finger. Great. So I decided to let them cool before I touched another one. When it came time to get them off the wax paper, it was a complete nightmare. Almost all of them were stuck and when I tried to pull them off, they would just crack and crumble, ruining them. I managed to rescued a little plateful of them and was excited to finish my project. I put filling in the middle between two macarons and put a pop-stick in between. I let them set all night to get firm.

This morning they looked adorable. I picked them up and put them all in a cup and was getting ready to tie little ribbons on the stick when the cup fell over, crushing every single last one that I had rescued. That was the icing on the cake.

Three hours wasted on a disaster...