Not The Macarons

I had a little mishap today. Anyone who has followed us here from the beginning might remember that I have a record with macarons, or macawrongs as we described our own attempt at cooking them. We just have a thing. But you say, macarons have sugar, lots of sugar. Cups of sugar. Yes, yes they do. However when a good friend puts one of those little hard-shelled soft centred mouth-melters innocently in front of you, it would be rude not to. Then, just to show her just how polite I am and how much I liked her generous gesture, I NEEDED, another. And one of the other flavours just to try. It was totally just out of appreciation, trust me. Or don’t.

I am not sure if it is that my taste buds have been devoid of sugar for nearly seven weeks now, or if they really had been filled with some sort of mind-altering substance but these were the best macarons I have ever tasted. They even trumped the ones I had once upon a time in the Lindt store. It was worth every single second and while it was a total blowout of the sugar-free diet it made me realise something important. Although I didn’t feel guilty or angry at myself the way I thought I would for eating it, as good as it was, I also didn’t feel the satisfaction that I now get when I put something into my body that does it good. I no longer have the same desire to eat in a way that is solely about satisfying my taste buds. That is a big change. I think there will always be exceptions, mind blowing, mouth pampering, exceptions and I am comfortable with that, but for the most I don’t crave or miss that way of eating. Just don’t bring me macarons.

 ~ J x