Almond or coconut biscuit

Usage examples of macaroon.

I scored a macaroon when Danielle set the platter on the coffee table.

In his childhood what fascination there had been in the words macaroon, and Spaniard, and Carinola, and Aldebaran, and Mr.

Reginald, emerging from a sweeping operation through a tin of mixed biscuits, in whose depths a macaroon or two might yet be lurking.

Reginald withdrew his macaroon and sherry theory, and became interested in a case of miniatures.

Clive rummaged around in the biscuit barrel, prised out a gooey macaroon stuck to the bottom and plonked it down on England.

Purvis explained to me that a macaroon was a black too old for any use, or one with physical defects of some kind.

Playmate of the Month and give her any Greenblotz macaroons she wants.

Aurelia stared down into a succulent heap of macaroons and small frosted cakes.

Miss Robinson and the schoolmistress, he ate: julienne soup, baked and roast meats with suitable accompaniments, two pieces of a tart made of macaroons, butter-cream, chocolate, jam and marzipan, and lastly excellent cheese and pumpernickel.

McVries sighed deeply, then unshouldered his knapsack and pulled out some macaroons.

I spend the night here, even if all Lilly and I do is hang out in the kitchen eating macaroons left over from Rosh Hashanah, I have such a great time.

In his childhood what fascination there had been in the words macaroon, and Spaniard, and Carinola, and Aldebaran, and Mr.

Before them, like a Christmas tree glimpsed through lace curtains, they beheld joy shimmering--music, ice-cream, macaroons, tinsel caps, and the starched ladies of their hearts Penrod and Sam walked demurely yet almost boundingly.

This last representation required careful crimping and most of her concentration, as she built up the crest of curls to an impressive height above her noble brow, but with the small portion of her mind that was uninvolved with her hair Ginger thought about the evening to come, taking her speculations about events to come in tiny sips like bitter coffee, or nibbling at them as at scorched macaroons, or paring away, cell by cell, as at the very old corn on her biggest toe.

Worting, you may hand me the cream again, and then you may go, for I shan’t need anything more, except the macaroons, and those you may leave on the table.