Celebrating Imperfect Macarons

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even good-looking. I had given up on it. I wasn’t even going to put a filling in it. They were cracked and all different shapes and sizes, some rising more than others — imperfect.

But I felt the need to give it the same attention as I would to any perfection. Any perfection that had come out just as I had wanted it to: beautifully picture-perfect and delicious.