Normal sixteen-year-old's would usually beg their parents to buy them a Ferrari for their seventeenth birthday. I, however, begged my mother to provide me with a life-long supply of almond meal, confectioner sugar, and granulated sugar. It took two days to make enough macarons to assemble, but every meltdowns and tantrums in the kitchen were worth it.
Above: Vanilla Macaron Tower
Things got a bit ugly when I released a loud shriek the moment I found out one of my shells cracked. To those of whom were potentially auditorily impaired as a result of this, please don't sue me!
Above: Behind-the-scenes of the assembly
*No humans were harmed in the making of this tower.
