Prologue

I had it all worked out….

The world’s first Macaronimo bar…..cousin, sibling and friend to the Canadian Nanaimo. I didn’t care much for finding feet….as long as the macarons worked, it would be fine.

The macarons would replace the graham crackers….and all would go swimmingly well…..or not as things turned out.

My base was fine….the middle was not and so the solid top did nothing to save it! It all quietly…..flowed away! Note, this post could be titled ‘When disaster came’.

The whole story

We have a funny relationship….

Sometimes I think I’m the master….and he’s not…..

And at other times, I know he is fickle, for sure…..

When he triumphs and……I am left spinning with confusion

And though our encounters are few and far between,

Each one leaves me more confused than the last

I run through the whole gamut of emotions

Exhilaration and success. And then…..doubt follows swiftly

Our first meeting is a veritable delight…..

Everyone leaves happy….and fulfilled

And our second meeting is more good than bad….

He shows some of the traits I find so appealing

But he is not his usual self….there’s something missing.

I think to myself, that it is my late planning, and my desire to try new things

But still, we find a lot to do together.

Its our third encounter that throws my tail in a spin

My best laid plans…..up in the air with nary a warning.

What should have been an outpouring of ♥….

A celebration of knowing each other….

…..is not

He refuses to give up himself…..on many counts

His feet are well, rather…non existent.

Miniscule at best

As for his smooth, shiny top – that doesn’t make an appearance….at all.

Broken and cracked is a better description…

But ok, that’s not at all an issue,

I am determined we will make it work

Reuse, Reduce, Recycle…..and so the Macronimo is born….

But barely so….

Everything works out well at the base….

But then the centre will not hold.

And my mind is taken to Chinua Achebe and his ‘Things fall apart’!

It must be a combination of using half-fat/half arsed butter…..

Procured by mistake but the creamy centre filling….

never becomes creamy…..though it attempts to fill.

The chocolate topping, goes on all right and I…vainly hope

As I slide the plate into the refrigerator that all will be well.

The centre will thicken and the maconimo will be born!

But that will not be on this occasion.

As soon as it is ready, I have a look…..and then a taste…..

And while the base is yummy, the rest pays it no heed

And so it doesn’t end up in tummy…..but in the bin!

And so goes my MacTweets Valentine challenge………………..

Better luck next month!

Epilogue

I ‘think’ I know where things went wrong….and why I ended up with Bitterkoekjes aka almond macarons

I used vanilla sugar – which was powder/icing/confectioners….but I’m not sure it was pure!

I made my sugar syrup on another hob…..and somehow the whole process went wrong. By the time I was set to drizzle the syrup in, it had caramelized in bits and those came back to haunt me….

And because this failed, I went on to make spectacular….rather delicious meringues…..a first. To be continued…..

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