If you are like me, you would pronounce it like macaroni with brakes applied "o" so that you do not slip past the "n" to the "i". And the "o" will sound like a malayalee "o"; that is if you are like me. But what are macarons?
In simple words, macaron is France's gift to sweet lovers. I agree it was melodramatic and vague. So let me give it another try. Think of cream biscuits. Now imagine a richer cream enclosed inside softer biscuits. The cream and enclosing are unimaginably delicious with insane amounts of butter. The enclosing comes in different colors. That, my friend, is macaron; one more item to the long list of French gifts to the world of gastronomic delights.
From the day I landed in Paris, I have seen macarons displayed in various shops. On Monday, I tasted macarons from Laduree when my friend presented me with a box from this famous shop. As a fool, I distributed it among the people who shared the open space at work with me before biting into the first macaron. As soon as I took the first bite, I regretted the decision to share it. It was an out of the world experience for me.
If you are in Paris, make sure Laduree is in your "places to visit". You can check them out on the net too. The macarons comes in different flavors and attractive boxes.