When the going gets tough, I make macaroons. Now, in breaks
from the dissertation madness, recently I’ve been trying out with great success
the Ladurée-type macaroons that they sell everywhere now for a pound a go. Let
me tell you- they are so easy to make.
I made some tiramisu ones, and then some pistachio. But after six or seven, I
did actually get a bit sick of eating them, so offloaded them onto friends and
family. What I class a REAL macaroon are these ones here. I could make them in
my sleep and it’s the go-to recipe for a leftover egg white.
With much excitement during a spare few days of Easter
holiday essay hell, me and three of my MA girlies set off to Hungary, to stay
in Reka’s fab little apartment in the heart of Budapest. Although I was very
excited and had been looking forward to the break for a good long while, I’m
sorry to say that pretty instantly homesickness set in! How annoying!
Basically, the result ended in me angrily huffing and puffing my way around
Budapest zoo with the others before running out of the lion enclosure to put
credit on my phone so I could text my mum and Roger. Zoos and I don’t get on to
begin with, so it was never a good idea. The bear made me especially sad. But I
wasn’t always homesick; once I’d got that credit on my phone I was ok. As long
as I have some form of link to Roger and my mum, I think I’ll survive. Even a
coconut phone or frequent messages in bottles would have sorted me out.
Market day! And Roger gets the lurgy. Plus hilarious sheep.
