Sweet Temptations: Smacks & Sugar
My eating habits have turned to complete crap since I started my pastry making unit at the college. Today we made classic puff pastry (to be used next Monday for a few product of which I'm not sure of), coffee scrolls, and choux pastries -- eclairs, profiteroles (puffs) and Paris-Brests. The last three products are simply variations of each other as far as shape is concerned as they are all topped or filled with a custard filling. I particularly liked making the coffee scrolls because they were simply the best to eat! I had to redo my choux pastry dough after the lunch break because I removed them from the oven too soon and they collapsed. That put me way behind everyone else as I was the last one to finish. Nevertheless we got out an hour early.
And last but not least, did I happen to mention that I officially hate school? It's become like a sort of a chore. Its the absolute worst when something you once took great interest in suddenly becomes a chore, like sex in some relationships, for example. If it were up to me I'd be threatening to fail those brats left and right and when they failed to perform, I'd just fail them. I actually yelled at a few people today, but it didn't make me feel better. Clean up duties ate up a half hour of our lunch break because some people (ahem, theIndianbratsinclass) can't wash their own dishes and crockery after using them and follow one of the golden rules of cookery: clean as you go. Instead of things being a competition to see who can make things better, it's who can make things faster. And of course, everything looks like crap.
You can't force someone to love you and you can't force anyone to love cookery.
And last but not least, did I happen to mention that I officially hate school? It's become like a sort of a chore. Its the absolute worst when something you once took great interest in suddenly becomes a chore, like sex in some relationships, for example. If it were up to me I'd be threatening to fail those brats left and right and when they failed to perform, I'd just fail them. I actually yelled at a few people today, but it didn't make me feel better. Clean up duties ate up a half hour of our lunch break because some people (ahem, theIndianbratsinclass) can't wash their own dishes and crockery after using them and follow one of the golden rules of cookery: clean as you go. Instead of things being a competition to see who can make things better, it's who can make things faster. And of course, everything looks like crap.
You can't force someone to love you and you can't force anyone to love cookery.
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