Six hours in the kitchen today- on top of three hours in class. Oh, and I'm just getting home at a quarter till eleven and I have to leave for school again no later than 7:30am in the morning. Somehow, I thought this would be more fun. When do we get that part? So far, I've just experienced anxiety and near panic attacks- trying to perform under the watchful eye of a Chef who is yelling in French that you have two minutes to get your pastry into the oven will do that.
And look at the god-awful thing we had to make first today. It's called Saint-Honore and I think it's disgusting. But then I don't care for a pile of choux dough and Chantilly cream. Sorry if I'm cranky tonight- the stress and pressure is catching up with me. I'm sure when I look back on this in the future, I'll laugh and think what a great experience. Someone remind me about the panic attacks so I don't get any ideas about taking the Intermediate Class!