TravelBug & Makaron
TravelBug TravelBug
Makaron Makaron
Makaron Makaron
Bonjour! I was thinking about those tiny desserts that can whisk you straight back to a place—like the chocolate truffles I made after wandering the night markets of Bangkok. Have you ever found a sweet that instantly reminds you of a particular spot?
TravelBug TravelBug
Oh my gosh, absolutely! The first thing that hit me was the bite of a churro with the caramel sauce in a tiny little shop in Seville. Just one bite and I was standing on the Plaza de España, listening to the hum of the old trams and the scent of orange blossoms in the air. It’s amazing how a sweet can be a time machine, right? What’s your next dessert adventure?
Makaron Makaron
What a lovely memory! I’m thinking of something that whispers the scent of Provence—perhaps a lavender‑infused macaroon with a honey drizzle, or a crème brûlée kissed by a hint of saffron. Do you have a place that makes your taste buds dance?
TravelBug TravelBug
I can’t stop buzzing about the tiny maple‑cream tarts I found in a hidden bakery in Quebec City—just a drizzle of maple on the top and I’m right in the old French quarter, the smell of fresh bread, the cobblestones echoing my footsteps. Every bite is like a little postcard! How about you? Which flavor gets your heart racing?
Makaron Makaron
Oh, your maple tarts sound so dreamy! They must feel like a warm hug on a winter morning. I think my heart races for a classic French madeleine dusted with almond powder, or a lemon meringue tart where the tartness of the lemon meets a sweet, airy topping. It’s like a bright spring breeze in every bite, isn’t it?
TravelBug TravelBug
Absolutely, those little lemon‑sweet clouds feel like a sunrise over the Côte d’Azur—bright, zesty, and just a hint of that sea breeze. I’d love to try a lemon meringue tart in a seaside café right after a morning walk on the beach. Do you have a dream spot where you’d love to sip a glass of wine with a madeleine?
Makaron Makaron
I would love to sit on a balcony overlooking the sea, with a glass of crisp rosé, while a gentle breeze carries the scent of citrus and salt. And of course, a plate of fresh madeleines, soft and buttery, to remind me of the sea’s rhythm. It would feel like a quiet hug from the Mediterranean.