La Boulangerie Food Truck

Macaron are the cute, strappy sandals of the pastry world. They always cost more than you think they should, given their size and lack of substance. But sometimes, you just can’t resist and the cost be damned. After all, they’re so colorful and delicious! And a good macaron can sometimes border on the sublime, they’re so delicate and crisp and soft and sweet and just everything good.
And that’s where I was this morning, standing outside of La Boulangerie’s food truck. I was debating with myself. Was I REALLY going to pay $ 10 for a box of 5 macaron? Was I ACTUALLY going to pay $ 2 each for five little sandwich pastries, each one not much bigger than two Oreos? REALLY!!!
Yeah. I did.
And I shouldn’t have.
Because that box of macaron came out of the food truck’s refrigerator.
As soon as I saw him reach inside the fridge, I knew I’d made a grave mistake. And had he not already swiped my credit card, I would have told him to not even bother. Put those right back in the fridge, give me my money back, and I’ll be on my way, thank you very much.
Because moisture is to a macaron what 10 minutes and a cool breeze are to a soufflé. It transforms something of transcendent beauty and deliciousness to a flat, mushy, wet mess. That’s what these macaron were: heavy, soggy, leaden, disappointments. They were five little disappointments that cost me ten dollars. Each one was an exquisite miniature masterpiece in deflation, shattered dreams, and capitalism.
And I can’t forgive that.