This month’s Mactweets Challenge, Macs are in the Air, began with “Ah, who cannot but think of Valentine’s Day as soon as we turn the corner and come nose to nose with February?” Errr… me?
It’s true, I am not a fan of Saint Valentine’s Day and neither is Mr Neil. I’d much rather surprise him with a special meal or a gift for no reason than because Hallmark dictates the day. The challenge went on, however to say that we should “bake a batch of French macarons for […] the one whom you want to make smile.” Which was exactly my intention. I wanted to surprise Neil with a special Sunday breakfast last weekend. Eggs and bacon. With a twist.
Now you have to understand that Neil was never a breakfast eater before we met. Twelve cups of coffee perhaps, but no food, and sometimes no food until dinner. Very unhealthy. I have managed to change all that but he still does not eat breakfast very willingly, claiming he only eats his yoghurt so he can share the lid with Cleo in the morning. He is, however, a fan of a good English breakfast, but we don’t have time for that during the week. Once every 2 weeks or so, we will do bacon and eggs, sometimes pancakes, sometimes croissants. He’s all over that He also loves macarons. Mostly. There have been a few batches he’s hated in the past year but generally speaking, if I put one of them on a saucer next to his coffee in the morning, he wouldn’t complain. So my idea was an egg macaron with our home-cured and smoked bacon from this month’s Charcutepalooza.
Unfortunately, humidity did not wish to cooperate and simply wouldn’t leave us alone this past weekend and I had not one but three failed batches of flat macarons. They were all over the place – all sorts of bad shapes and sizes and I couldn’t get the yellow consistent – forgot that in one batch I had already added white to the batter so they “yolks” just wouldn’t go as yellow as the previous failed batch no matter how much yellow I added. Sigh. I rescued a few of them since I hate to waste food (I only ever make small batches of macs, just in case this happens. As in, often).
I went ahead and fried up the bacon anyway, since there was just a tiny bit left. For whatever reason, this bacon cooked fast, with a tendency to burn a little around the edges – not very fatty so perhaps that’s why…
But it’s ok because Neil likes his bacon extra crispy…
So, not the breakfast I had planned for him, rather a mid-morning snack as he worked on a couple of dishes as I caught up on some readings for grad school. Later when I came downstairs, the plate was empty. And I swear there was a lingering smile… Mr Neil likes his bacon and macs 😉