I was convinced these would fail. It was a wild idea – mixing actual crushed up potato chips into an already finicky macaron batter. I envisioned melting puddles and greasy shells and Lindsay sobbing in the corner and Taylor washing mounds of dishes and wondering why on earth I’d try such an absurd thing. But you know what? They worked. Beautifully in fact. On the first try. (I’m sure Taylor is relieved).
And because chocolate covered potato chips are a thing (a wonderful, addictive, evil thing) I decided that my potato chip macarons would be chocolate covered too. With a whipped milk chocolate ganache filling. And more crumbled potato chips on top.
My work here is done. I should just stop now. Throw in the towel, give up, because I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to top these. Although, my mind has already begun the what-else-can-I-crush-and-put-into-macarons slippery slope of obsession. So I know I won’t be able to stop. Won’t be able to keep these wild ideas from invading my mind, forcing me to try them no matter how absurd or how ripe for failure they may be. I’ll keep putting myself in sticky situations if means that something like THIS comes out of it every once in a while.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I just so happen to be craving cookies, chocolate, and potato chips right now. And lucky for me there are still a few of these babies left. The ultimate junk food satisfaction, wrapped up in one sweet sandwich cookie.
