Apparently my father was shopping for something delectable without me. At least he thought about me. I’m so glad to be the person everybody thinks of when they see egregious grammatical errors.
Also, I’m not sure if my father caught this, but my compulsive Food Network viewing caused me to think “Wait, those are macaroons?” Turns out the French cookie known as a macaron is going to be the next it thing after we all get tired of cupcakes, and that’s what this thing is. I’m pretty sure that, Americans being what they are, we will rapidly be using the terms macaron and macaroon interchangeably, even though the latter is clearly made with a mound of shredded coconut. So I should probably not beat my head against that particular wall.
Your father did, indeed, catch that. These were not mounds of shredded coconut, but were absolutely delicious non-coconut snacks. The chocolate one was more like a cross between a truffle and a brownie.
There were little mounds of meringues. Delicious, but no coconut.
I thought the two flavors sounded pretty curious: chocolate (I’m familiar with this…) and white raspberry chocolate apricot lemon pistacio (?). It’s a mouth full, that’s for sure.
That is a very good point!