Huckleberry Macarons

I would like to start off by saying thanks to my mother.
ONE: For giving birth to me
and TWO: For picking huckleberries for me.
(and of course for a gazillion other things)

I think I've professed my love for huckleberries on here before.
But just in case I have not said enough....

Huckleberries are the god of all berries.
They are perfection.
Sweet, tart, tiny purple balls of perfection.
(Double dog dare you to try to say that 3 times fast.)

When huckleberry season comes around, I go mental.
I, for some unknown reason, act like it is the very last.
"MOM, DID YOU PICK ENOUGH HUCKLEBERRIES??"
"MOM CAN YOU SEND ME A SUITCASE OF HUCKLEBERRIES?"
"MOM, CAN YOU PUT AN IV OF HUCKLEBERRIES TO MY VEINS?!"
Great. Thanks.

Every time the word "Huckleberry" comes up outside of Idaho, I immediately get super defensive.
"What do you know about huckleberries!?"
If it's at a restaurant,
"Who got these and how did they get them?"
Someone tells me they had something huckleberry and they thought of me,
"WHERE and HOW did they get their hands on them?!"
Or I just accuse them of lying.
I know, I know. It's not nice.
But I love my huckleberries.
And they deserve some respect.


Now, I have to admit.
I've cheated on my oven with my sewing machine.
So after a brief hiatus from the kitchen, I was a little nervous to test out me rusty baking skills...
But have no fear. I made some huckleberry macarons.
And they are BOMB diggity.
Yes. I just said diggity.

Happy little shells waiting to be baked.


Huckleberry Macaron Components :

• Huckleberry Shells

• Huckleberry Buttercream

• Dark Chocolate Ganache

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!