I feel like freshen my old traditions… will not celebrate my birthday dining out as usual: this year let’s have breakfast! It makes a lot of sense to me… I am sure you will see my point as you read further.

After spending 25 years only a few steps away from France, I had to travel all the way to the other side of the world to be initiated to the most adorable sweets any tradition could ever create. Now, I’ve already been in Paris twice and for some reason that I still struggle to understand, these little pastries managed to pass completely unnoticed.

…I am so charmed by these tiny things, that I requested to have my birthday celebrated at Zumbo… one of best patisserie in Sydney, no need to say.

So, here a little taste -metaphoric of course- of some colourful macarons. For an Italian reader (…or writer, for that matter!) their name doesn’t really recall any sort of sweets… you would really need to work hard to get Maccheroni out of your head… thinking of tomato and parmesan is not what you need while you plunge yourself in a sample of pure chocolate heaven!

Photo courtesy of Le Petrin, Cinnamon & Paper Tissue via Flickr