I often tell my mom that I like to pick up a book and start my day
with a few pages in the bedroom where they sleep when they come visit.
In the silence of the sun and the skyes around me. I told my mom I
always feel a rush of peace and warmth there.
"It's like when you hug me. It's that moment when we are on the bed and chat with sleepy eyes and fuzzy brains."
Like these tarts, filled with raspberry jam, pink mousse cream and adorned with pink macarons. A fuzzy morning sun embrace. I turned to her and I said "That's it! That's how it feels when we share! Like a pink creamy tart with a bit of a crunch!" She replied "Well, we should bake some then!"
Recipe and story on Tartelette.
Macaron recipe written for Design*Sponge.