Sweet addiction

Every other Tuesday afternoon due to timetabling and contracted hours, I finish work early. Yesterday was the last time this was going to happen, with my timetable changing in September, so rather than spend it as I usually do with catching up on the washing or some other mundane but necessary task, I decided to treat myself.

I had one thing in my mind. I had been thinking about this for a few days, to the point where I was slightly obsessing about it. I had to have some. It didn’t matter about the cost, I needed some. I am usually a sensible, logical person, who doesn’t fritter away money on frivolities, but I needed my fix. Yes, my name is Karen and I love macarons.

They are so beautiful to look at, either beautiful pastel shades or bright colours which catch your eye. In fact it is the fact that they are so pretty that stops me shoving them straight into my mouth. I have to pause and savour the look of them for a moment, then bite….. A delicate crunch through the surface into a cloudy sweet, fluffy middle which melts in your mouth. I chose pistachio, rose water and lavender macarons. The clear box holding these three beautiful treats sat on the passenger seat whilst I carefully drive home. It was like I had a little box of green, pink and purple treasures next to me. With any other cake or pastry they would have been scoffed on the journey, but that just wouldn’t have been right for these.

Once I was sat comfortably on the sofa with a coffee and some indulgent TV (Devious Maids – love it) I could enjoy them. They looked and tasted so wonderful I felt like a very special person to be able to be enjoying these.

So there you go Rich and girls. I spent £1 each which I ate all by myself rather than sorting out your clean clothes or vacuuming. And you know what? I don’t feel guilty about that at all. For a few minutes I felt like royalty and it was good to have bit of escapism from all things mommy. Normal service has now been resumed. Until the next time I catch sight of something colourful out of the corner of my eye and hear a whisper of “eat me”…….