One of the most heartbreaking things I’ve ever experienced in the world of pastry is when I go through the painstaking process of making macaron batter, lovingly pipe it into the most perfect circles I can muster, crank up the A/C in my apartment to give them the absolute best weather conditions for survival, then pop them into my oven only to find that almost every single shell on the tray has cracked. It’s devastating. Utterly heartbreaking. And freaking expensive. Because