An acquaintance at work will eat the cookies you bring into the office, a friend will come over to your home for a cookie, a friend will help you bake cookies and a GREAT friend will continue to assist you with baking after the mixer breaks and you’re faced with whipping meringue by hand. Last night, I had a great friend over and yes, we tried making meringue armed with only a wire whisk after our kitchen aid mixer failed to operate properly (as a side note, it seems our mixer is not under any sort of warranty and unless we can fix the sucker, we’re out of luck. Stupid mixer.) Thanks to Brenda, we were able to finish our project!
For those of you who know something about French or macaroons, you know the most accepted spelling of this little cookie is macaron, to differentiate it from it’s coconutty friend.
This, or something similar, is what we were after:
Not all these colors, mind you, but one decent cookie.
Here’s how it all went down:
We started with the book: Indulge: 100 Perfect Desserts by Claire Clark, the requisite equipment and ingredients, and a healthy level of enthusiasm. We ground up the almonds and sifted them with the icing sugar and began the process of creating the meringue. Strangely, after more than ten minutes in the mixer, our egg whites were only foamy; no where near the texture of meringue we should have had by then. Upon closer inspection, it seems the mixer had bit the dust, only to leave us with a bowl of foamy egg whites and sad hearts. I decided to try whipping them by hand with a whisk.
After Brenda spent some time whipping, we got to this point: 
then Jonathan came out with the hand mixer from the stash of my brother’s stuff we are storing for him (Thanks, Erik!).
From this point, things progressed a little more easily. We added the almond/sugar mixture to the eggs and began the work of piping out the cookies:

Once they were baked, we had to pour cool water between the parchment paper and baking sheet. Tricky stuff!

A quick lemon curd later, we had these beauties:

The flavor was just right; they had a nice crispy, chewy texture and would definitely be a favorite if it didn’t take most of the night to make them. In the end, we decided that we’ll save ourselves the cost of blood pressure medication and just buy them at a bakery.
















Pumpkins. I’m not going to lie, I avoided pumpkin pie for most of my childhood. It just seemed so inferior to pecan pie or blueberry or apple or blackberry or any type of pie really. The appeal of pumpkin pie for me was the spray whipped cream, which I liberally applied to my slice. So delicious that way. As you might be guessing, this recipe is not for pumpkin pie. It is for pumpkin bars. While I have come to love pumpkin pie, these pumpkin bars are a favorite! We do not usually have them on Thanksgiving day because they would compete unnecessarily with the pie, but they are worth mentioning here.
This is not necessary a traditional Thanksgiving recipe, but we’ve enjoyed it at Thanksgiving time and it’s just good. It’s also tasty in the summer or the spring. Frankly, I’ll come to your house anytime I know you’re making this. I believe it may originally have been a Pampered Chef recipe, but what do I know? It’s written on a piece of a paper bag here in my kitchen.

