You'd tear open the plastic top and the aluminum vacuum sealed tab underneath, and shove as many of these mass-produced, Kosher-for-Passover, highly generic and uniform bite-sized macaroons into your face as you could, as fast as you could. They were the only remotely tasty thing aside from brisket and matzoh ball soup to be had at a Seder, and the adults were too drunk on Manischewitz red wine to notice how many you were piling into your coconut hole.
Nowadays, macaroons are something else entirely. For one thing, they're not called macaroons anymore. They're called "macarons" and they are French and look like this:
Apparently, I am not the first blogger to notice this development:
It used to be that macaroons were something you found only in a can, in Judaica stores in Brooklyn neighborhoods like Crown Heights and Borough Park. These days,
I'm beginning to get the nagging feeling that the fine cuisine of my old Jewish aunties is being appropriated by yuppies, courtesy of those notoriously anti-Semitic French gentiles, no less!
Well, the French, the hipsters, and any combination thereof can have the macaroon/macaron for all I care. There's always schmaltz (look it up), matzoh, and gefilte fish. And no foodie, no matter how determined or talented, can ever--EVER--hope to make a trendy version of those disgusting items.