Admit it: you were heartbroken when the Concord stopped flying, because you knew it meant no more impromptu flights to Paris for macarons from Ladurée. Rest assured that your macaron deprivation has come to an end! Paulette has secreted a bona fide French pastry master into their Beverly Hills bakery, where he toils day and night for those of us who crave such sweet, featherlight goodness but hate the customs lines at Charles de Gaul. And get this: Paulette will ship these freshly baked lovelies straight to your door. Place your order now, and you could munch on one for breakfast tomorrow morning!
Seriously, though. Today after brunch my friend Josephine (of Red Thread fame) introduced me to the joys of Paulette macarons. In addition to a Beverly Hills location, they have a shop in San Francisco, where waiting to greet you upon arrival are row after row of softly hued confections in flavours such as salted caramel, jasmine tea, and Sicilian pistachio. Once you make your selection, they stack them single file in a sleek box that would look just as beautiful storing pencils on your desk as it does holding cookies in your cupboard. If you're in L.A. or SF, you've got to get to Paulette. And if not, well thank goodness for FedEx!