Treating Myself

My wanderlust is fueled not only by pictures of gorgeous places, but also by pictures and descriptions of delicious looking foods and desserts. I especially find this true of french pastries - pictures of which make me long for a trip across the Atlantic. Of course, I'm not in the position to get up and go to Paris, so I just wait and dream.
A couple weeks ago though, I saw a chance to satisfy just a teeny bit of my wanderlust through dessert. Working at the newspaper one night, I saw this video:



The bakery in town now makes macarons - those tiny colorful cookies that evoke images of Kirsten Dunst's Marie Antoinette and other fancy French things. On Monday I had to stop by to pick up my roommate's birthday cake, so I picked up a treat for myself as well.

I bought three (though I received a fourth that was broken) macarons - vanilla, pistachio and red velvet. While I have no idea just how true they are to the real thing, they were delicious, and I feel like I've satisfied a little of what tugs at my mind every time I see pictures of France.