Awhile ago, I attempted to get my lady friends together to go to a local macaron baking class. It ended up being at a bad time for everyone, but--when I said I'd be a little sad to go alone--Sweet Husband said we could get a sitter and he would come with me instead.
It ended up being for the best. For THEE BEST, actually.
Because my husband likes to bake. He also has great attention to detail and the patience to repeat a process over and over again until he gets it right.
Do you know what that means, my friends? It means that my house has been fully stocked with macarons for about two weeks now.
The first batch was a bit of a failure, but by the second batch Sweet Husband had them near perfect. (We're still getting them just a titch over-browned, but with our inconsistent oven that may just be the way it goes. And do I care? No, I do not.)
For the third batch, he branched out from pistachio (which was the flavor we learned in the class) to chocolate with raspberry ganache filling. He doesn't know it yet, but I'm plotting coffee flavored macarons next.
*Sigh.* Isn't that a thing of beauty?