Category Archives: Macaron lar

Macaron lah: Why we hate the rain…

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Macaron lah: Why we hate the rain…

I don’t know about the rest of you out there, but here in Melaka, it has been raining A LOT  in the past few weeks.
And while I am always grateful that I don’t live in an area when water scarcity / drought is a problem,
I can’t help but think that right now, we’re getting too much of a good thing.

My plants for one, do not appreciate the lack of sun as well as the constant torrential rain descending upon them.

Baking is a b*tch now as well.

Try getting whipping any kind of meringue to a stiff peak with this kind of humidity!
All my meringue recipes have had me whipping my egg whites for 1/2 an hour at a high speed,
only to end up with peaks were still droopy.
And I’m very sure that they have not been overwhipped either.

I’ll teach you how to bake macarons in the wettest of weather after the jump!

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Macaron lah: (Almost) perfect…

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Macaron lah: (Almost) perfect…

So I planted a rosemary hedge over the weekend.
I already have one small bush, which is slowly getting kojak-ed by excessive use — rosemary potatoes are my fave, if you must know — and thought that a hedge might be a good long term investment.

Rosemary hedge

Note we had to fence it up because the Dog insists on burying everything in there.

I also thought that it’s high time I posted the pictures from Day 5 & 6 of Project Macaron lah.

Don’t go! There’s more!

Small Potatoes

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Small Potatoes

Meet Iota.

Iota (Nikon 1 J1)

Iota — Pretty in pink. 😉

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Macaron lah : 4th time’s (almost) the charm…

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Le macaron with la pied

Today, we have feet!

Assembled macaron

On hindsight, I should have stuff a bit more ganache in between;
but this batch (of ganache) was very runny…

Day 4

Baked 24 macaron shells.
All started rising off the baking paper with lovely feet, at around 5 minutes, at 170 °C; and my heart rose with them.
Unfortunately, after 8 minutes in the oven — at the same temperature — 21 of them started cracking, plunging said heart into a deep ravine.

Also, the shells were a lil’ chewy, even after 24 hours. Definitely a far cry from the expected crumbly texture of a macaron.

Gah!

Love, The NyonyaCelup

Macaron lah Day 3: Flying to the moon and back sans feet…

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Lunar Macarons

And it’s one small step for macarons, and one giant step for erratic temperamental French pastries.

Image taken with the new iPad, edited with Snapseed
— waaaaay easier to use than iPhoto, and it was free! 

Again, no feet.
And this time, the surface of my macaron shells is as bumpy as the moon.
sigh

My guess is that I underbeat my meringue and it was a very humid day so the skins didn’t form as they should.

No matter, David Lebovitz did make his seven times before he got them right.

Though we do have a lot of ice cream in the fridge right now…

Love, The NyonyaCelup

* Read more about Project Macaron-lah here. 😉

Macaron lah Day 2: The curious case of the cracked macarons…

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Macaron lah Day 2: The curious case of the cracked macarons…

The NyonyaCelup has started experimenting with the 5 MP camera of her new iPad as well as the iPhoto app.
Unless stated so, all pictures taken with said camera and edited with said app — except for the addition of frames & text, which iPhoto doesn’t seem to support.

The macaron project on The NyonyaCelup will henceforth be referred to as: Macaron lah.

The choice of terminology is pretty simple.

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The curious case of the exploding macarons…

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Sacré bleu.

And the macarons went *boom*

Class, this is why one should never feed your macarons before popping them in the oven.

The picture is pretty self explanatory.

This wasn’t my first time making these tricky lil’ French buggers.
And honestly, this isn’t the first disaster I’ve had with them either.
But this really is the first time I’ve had them explode, quite literally.

Perhaps the oven was a wee bit too hot.

They still tasted good all the same
— once you got past scraping them off the parchment paper.

Love, The NyonyaCelup