This week I came to the small realisation that my entire life has been a lie.
Why?, you ask. What thing could possibly make me question my entire existence and everything I know to be good and sacred in this world?
Macaroons, that’s what.
For the last 23 years of my life I have been living under the assumption that the humble macaroon was the same as the macaron (AKA those chewy french biscuits that come in different colours and flavours).
I thought that macaroon was just the lazy way of saying macaron. You know how it is, the French say something beautiful and we butcher it with our bogan accents.
Turns out I was wrong because macaroons and macarons are distinctly different things.
Maca-rons are the beautiful French melt-in-your-mouth biccies I mentioned.
Maca-roons are chewy biscuits made of almonds or coconut, often with the gross glace cherry on top. These ones:
The funny thing is, once I was informed of the difference between the two biscuits I had a kind of “ah-ha!” moment. A part of my subconscious knew that the chewy coconut biscuits were called macaroons. But the main, functioning part of my brain had still managed to ignore that nugget of knowledge my whole life and continue to assume that macaroons and macarons were the same.
Basically, my brain is stupid.
That, or it’s a conspiracy, because every time I typed ‘macaroon’ into a search engine the colourful French kind kept coming up.
I feel it is my responsibility to enlighten you all to this small fact just in case you too are living in ignorant bliss.
Pay it forward.