Typical. Just a day after I decide to bid Old Summer farewell I stumble upon this during my usual "I'm just looking around for ten minutes, oh, it's ten hours later already?!" Not content with creating such delicious macaroons that I dream about too often for my own good, Pierre Hermé has gone and made ice-cream. Not ordinary ice-cream, mind you. The master has made macaroon ice-cream! Read it and weep, read it and weep. Now, If i jump on the 14:04 Eurostar I should be back for the news at 7...
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