baby french sandwiches (part 1)

I decided my {amateur} cooking career has reached a point where I am ready to try to make macarons (again, not to be confused with macaroons - see image below).  Macarons can be somewhat temperamental to make because of the meringue, folding in the almond flour just so, and getting the perfect little feet on the cookie part of the sandwich.  However, I am planning a great dinner for my and Kyle's anniversary (never mind that its in June...) and I need ample time to practice and find the most awesome recipes.  Plus these delectable little French sandwiches are two dollars each and I can't afford to go eat ten at a time.   So now I have to learn to make them.  Stay tuned for results...

thanks Google!

As a side note for personal development as your resident grammar nazi, I am trying to learn to type and speak in the active voice.  People at work officially pushed me over the edge saying "I saw you had signed up for ___________," instead of, "I saw you signed up for ____________."  It doesn't seem that hard to eliminate unnecessary words to make more powerful sentences, but as any habit, it is going to require some effort to break.  Feel free to call me out if I lapse, forget, and fall into the passive voice.

Because I am incapable of posting a blog post without a picture (or twelve) of the black and tan child, here she is with her new rope toy.

I'm sorry the pictures are not entirely in focus.  It is hard to focus on a mostly black dog (who never stops moving) in a poorly lit old house at night.

PS goooo me! I posted two times this week!