Laduree by the Opera,
singing since the eighteen hundred,
in colorful notes of Rose, Violette, Carmel and a hint of Pistachio.
White gloved hands gently tucked the macarons into a pink box…as if they were jewels.
With a celadon bag in hand, we carried our sweet, dinner feast to the Jardin des Tuileries.
Green vegetables stood up, as we sat down to eat, and declared, "That is not a dinner!"
The mini Ladurees did not disagree, instead they laughed, "…they do not care!"
Licking our lips to Rose and Violette, I thought a savory Laduree macaron in artichoke, aubergine or red pepper could be as chic in color and surely taste. Though until then a dinner on sweets is what we had.
Photo by my daughter Chelsea.
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