Back in 1995, on a sunny afternoon in Central Park, my husband, Arnaud, and I were trying to ¨ gure out how to make our dream come true: We wanted to live in this amazing melting pot of Manhattan.

At that time our home was in Paris, where I had grown up. But in 2007, we returned to America from France with this oh-so-subtly-delicious recipe for a little almond delight called the macaron. We established our ¨ rst MacarOn Café in New York’s Fashion District, and French macarons—sometimes spelled “macaroons” (but pronounced ma-ka-RHON), not to be confused with the coconut cookies of the same name—quickly became the hot new treat in the neighborhood. We will never forget the fantastic welcome we received—the warmth and enthusiasm of the New Yorkers who ® ocked to our shop. Thanks to them, we even went beyond our original dream and opened a second location on Madison Avenue in the summer of 2010. But the macaron phenomenon has exploded in popularity far beyond New York City.