I have a crush.  A big fat one.  I have a crush on the most beautiful apartment in all of Paris.  A crush on the delicious food we created in that beautiful apartment.  And a big big crush on the gorgeous Benedicte who runs the lovely cooking school (which is the reason why I cooked the delicious food in the beautiful apartment) known as The Parisian Kitchen .  I even love the name.

After an afternoon spent kneading, rolling and egg washing, I've decided to think of myself as an officially trained French pastry chef.

The fact that I showed up to the wrong cooking school initially, in my eyes, plays no part in my "promotion".

The French may not agree, but pfft .....