In my previous post you might have read about my heart-break when I left Sydney and left a box of Zumbarons in my friend Hubba’s fridge. I was a tragedy to leave Sydney without even tasting a Zumbaron, also known as macroons when made by anyone other than the Master of All Things Sweet, Adriano Zumbo.
Hubba kindly texted me the following day mouth watering descriptions and photos of the zumbarons, just to highlight what I’d missed out on.
“I don’t know the flavour of this black one you bought, but OMG it’s amazing.”
Thanks Hubba, that would be the black vanilla flavour.
“These are so crispy on the outside yet slightly sticky and gooey on the inside. And that’s just the biscuit. I’m loving this flavour and could eat this all day, every day.”
“OMG Maggot, you missed out! This chocolate one is amazing. Not as good as the caramel one, and I don’t normally like caramel. In heaven.”
It is my mission to eat a zumbaron or two when I am in Sydney before Easter. If I do nothing else in Sydney except eat a zumbaron, I’ll leave satisfied.