Macrons at Midnight

Macrons at Midnight

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This is a short story of how I used to cook with my grandma, until she passed away. The night before she died, I made macrons with her. She loved making them, but had never made them with me before. We made pink, blue, green, and orange ones. Anyways, read on to find out my journey of cooking!
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