After my first ‘real’ day at school, somehow I mustered up the energy to go to Trocadéro and watch the Spain vs. Portugal match. Actually, it didn’t take much convincing, just some great company and atmosphere. The view was priceless:
I didn’t even mind the metro ride home afterwards, which included Ghanan celebratatory dances they shook the entire metro car. (Why was Ghana celebrating? Just pre-gaming for the next round I guess) Thank goodness I was on the other side of the railway.
Okay, back to reality. Here is what chef made in class:
We just had to make the diamants (pictured top left), however I don’t have any pictures of mine, just leftover crumbs since I forgot to bring my camera to practical. We also made cornets and practiced writing and drawing (I guess ‘decorating’ is a more appropriate term) with melted chocolate.
Chef Daniel: “Trac? Tu s’appelles Trac? (pronounced ‘track’)”
Moi: Pas encore, Chef!
Chef Daniel: honhonhonhonhon
Then Chef told me a story about how his son is 28 and wasn’t very good at pastry or cooking when he started but then he worked next to the best kid in the class and in the end, he was the best. I’m pretty sure Chef was trying to hint something because my diamants were not the prettiest nor the ugliest, but to me they looked like semi-squished bananas. When I asked him, “ça va?” before putting them in the oven he repeated, “Ehh ça va.” Not convincing. However, Chef approached me later and said en francais that he snuck one of my cookies and continued in an almost surprised tone, “Ooo très bien, Trac!” Jusqu’à demain...au revoir!