OH MACARON HOW I LOVE THEE

A little macaron shop opened up in our dinky and equally dorky mall a few months ago. After trying macarons from Paris and NYC, I really didn't have any interest in cheap, Floridian macrons! (you can't blame me, can you?!)

But then dear Sarah invited me to go and I threw my prejudice out the window with an "oh why the heck not" and we found ourselves at the macaron shop in our dinky, dorky mall. And lo and behold, it had good macarons! actually, they were almost as good as my Paris macarons!

So moral of the story, Floridians can do a few things right! (just not the Hawaiian print shirts...we stink at fashion.)

ps: shout out to Sarah for her wizard hand model talents!