This time my Wild Hare involved plane travel, security and a friends daughter that lives in Manhattan. Yep... this was one heck of a Wild Hare!
Ok... so this is a long post cause I got a lot to say. Go pee, get a drink and put your sweat pants on. hee,hee,hee.
It all started when my friend Dawn at Hydrangea Home posted about these French Macaroons that her daughter had for her 13th birthday. Her daughter loves Paris (me too) and her daughter hopes to go there on her 16th birthday (me too..errr..umm.. I mean maybe 50) Dawn posted this back in March!! Dawn was kind enough to give a link to purchase these little tasty tidbits. So I clicked and placed an order! Waiting, waiting, waiting. Two weeks goes by and I finally email the folks to find out where my tasty tidbits are. What do you mean you don't deliver to middle of nowhere, small town, bo-hick, all we have is Walmart NC???? Well pooooooooooo!!!!
I spent the weeks imagining myself enjoying these scrumptious little tidbits with my friend Lyd. We would have tea and good conversation all the while pretending we were posh and lived in a city. hee,hee,hee.
Then what happens??? Everyone I know is blogging about French Macaroons!!! In fact all these photos I borrowed from my friend Charmaine at Beautiful Things To Share (note..after reading this you should visit with Charmaine. I heart her blog big time!)
Ok.. so she starts blogging about these tasty tidbits and puts all these fabulous photos together. Oh the torture!! The pain!!! The...let's get in the car and drive to Manhattan!!! No... wait.. get on a plane and go to Paris!! Yeah! Paris!
Then what happens???
My friend Pei Li is a miniature artist in Singapore. She makes a tower of these macaroons! Of course, they are only for dollhouse display, are less than an inch tall and are not for eating. At this point I think I could eat them anyway.
So finally, my friend says that her daughter is coming home for Christmas. Her daughter lives in Manhattan. Manhattan has French Macaroons! Oh Claire! I love you! So this sweet girl goes to a bakery (like right near her apartment, lucky!) and gets me a dozen macaroons. She puts them in a tote bag so they don't get smushed, arranges them with the utmost care as they go through the airport security scanner and then holds them on her lap like precious cargo for the whole trip!
I'm so excited when Claire calls me to tell me they have arrived. Now... I only wish I had pictures to show you, but my Wild Hare got the best of me and instead of sharing them with Lyd and pretending we were posh city people, I ate them (all of them) in the car like a country bumpkin on my way to buy litter for the bunnies litter boxes. Yep... pathetic....absolutely pathetic. A Wild Hare indeed.