Sweet talk: Giselle Richardson

Think you’ve had macarons? Pah. You have NOT.

And I say this with confidence. Oodles of it. For I (Poppy) have had macarons from Giselle Richardson and LET ME TELL YOU, Poppy Lovers, there is no going back.
The wizard behind it is the Very Clever Miss Giselle Richardson, who makes all the macarons herself, using her very own top secret recipe..but I can tell you that they are gluten free, made from the freshest British ingredients and are ridiculously melt-in-the-mouth-delicious. *Sigh*

Lady Richardson began her mission to make the BestestMacaronsInTheWorld because she discovered that most of the top-notch macarons were being shipped over from Paris. Oui. So although they may taste good (bon) and often delicious (délicieux) they are not ever going to be as super duper fresh as those from WRB. (That’s Wharf Road Bakery). Nor will they be made purely from seasonal ingredients straight from our lush British soil.. e.g. beetroot, pumpkin and apple in Winter… and strawberry, cherry and plum in Summer. Ho hum.

 

Her delectable flavours are second to none and include favourites, (when I say favourites, I don’t mean mine personally as all of them are my favourite and that would take up too much room to write. Much like this sentence) which take their cues from our charming British heritage, such as Earl Grey, Lavender, Roasted Rhubarb, Cucumber, English Rose and Chocolate Orange…

WRB is leaping from strength to strength, so if Giselle isn’t manning her exceptionally popular weekly stall (there are queues) at Cabbages and Frocks Market in Marylebone, or delivering new scrummy stock to Spitalfields’ A.Gold or The De Beauvoir Deli Co in Islington, then she’s boxing up her macarons for lucky people’s parties, weddings and events. And at £1.50 a go, (or less if you order more than 10) there’s no reason in the world why we can’t all treat ourselves. Or our friends. Or ourselves, again.
They are, in all seriousness, (serious Poppy) some of the most delicious things I have ever tasted. They are so beautiful, delicate and light that I’m sure that fairies made them.**
So, I say it again. Think you’ve had macarons? Pah. You have NOT.

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**Disclaimer: This is not me saying that Giselle is lying when she says she makes them. (Except I think she might be.)

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Giselle Richardson macarons are currently available every Saturday at Cabbages and Frocks Market, Marylebone, 11am – 5pm.
WIN a box of 20 macarons from Wharf Road Bakery!
All you have to do to win this super duper prize is one of the following, (the more you do the more chances you have.) Please leave me a comment below for each step you complete:
1. Sign up to my mailing list (Completion of this step is compulsory to be entered – please look out for the confirmation email in your inbox, otherwise you won’t be registered!))

2. Become a fan of my Facebook page and share the post

3. Leave a comment on this blog post
4. Follow me and Wharf Road Bakery and RT the competition on Twitter
5. Follow me on Blog Lovin’ 

 

Open to the UK only.
Competition ends Friday 22nd February. Good luck!

Poppy’s important terms and conditions:
Entrants not meeting the above requirements will be deemed invalid and therefore not included in the draw. Signing up to my mailing list is compulsory and all the other steps are optional and are additional chances to win, however they will be deemed invalid if the entrant has not completed the compulsory step of signing up to my mailing list. Entrants are to leave a separate comment below for each step they complete. The competition will run from 9am on the 14th February 2013, through to midnight 22nd February 2013. I will contact the winner within a week of the competition ending. If the winner doesn’t respond or accept the prize within 2 weeks of notification I reserve the right to draw a new winner.

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