I'm sure you're all drooling with some kind of B&P envy but look at it from my perspective for a moment. This adorable little photo tells the story of my fear of B&P. I MUST find the courage to carve my path through the dough, the fresh baked crossiants, the amazing desserts, the chocolate, sugar, caramel, and on and on.
We poached pears in wine, which made a lot of sense to me, in Garde Manger but I think we may be carmellizing them over some kind of ice creme now.
I can almost feel my fat cells saying "Oh geez, we gotta make room somewhere, we're heading for a family reunion. Oh dear, where are we going to put all our fat relatives?! Someone ask the hips and tummy the rest of you scout out new places to lodge them. Hey! Try under the upper arm, I've seen that on people. They can hang like they're in a hammock!. Yeah, that's it".
Of course they'll all bring luggage too.
I'll have to learn how to trip and fall in this class right before trying something or (God forbid)taking something home. Quick! Someone send me a Just Say No sticker STAT!
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