Nice Chef Jean Jaques
Things are drawing to a close here, and I am so ready to go home. I am not as homesick now that the tests are over. Boy, was that stressful! I was lucky enough to draw the passion Fruit Framboise (raspberry) Tart as the pastry I had to make for the final. Although it was the easiest one for me, nerves made my mind go blank for a few minutes. I looked at that recipe as if I had never seen it before!
On the day of the exam---that would be yesterday-- I decided to take a cab because occasionally the Metro will stop for 5-10 minutes. Perhaps it is congested elsewhere on the line, or the conductor need to go out for la petite smoke, who knows, but I couldn't risk getting there late. It was pouring BUCKETS of rain, which I did not know until I opened my giant (green not blue) door. As you know, I paid beaucoup extra Euros for an elevator this year. The tres cher elevator has really only worked about 2 of the 5 weeks I have been here. It has NOT worked one day for the last two weeks at least. So even though it was a monsoon, I was NOT going to hike it back up five flights of winding old stairs to get my umbrella. What Indiana girl is afraid of a few drops of rain? I hailed my cab, told him where I needed to go, had to show him on my map because I STILL cannot pronounce the metro stop (it is just easier to have a cab take you to the Metro stop instead of the door to the school because it is on such a teeny tiny street), and sat back and tried to recall all the recipes we were told to study for the exam. (Ten of them, although we were only going to bake one. Each person draws one of three poker chips from a bowl and goes to that section of the island, another color goes to another section. Each color makes the same thing. You get it.) The awesome cab driver let me off at least two blocks from the metro stop in THE POURING RAIN. I said, can't you get me a little closer? Suddenly, he could not speak English not understand English. The last time I took a cab there, the driver didn't even take me to the right Metro and insisted I get out because it was correct. I guess when they are done with you, they are done with you. Like a college boyfriend.
I took the test but noticed my Framboise puree was not as bright red as Byron's across the island. When I was putting them in the freezer, the chef said "blah blah blah framboise, Laura?" I thought he was joking, asking me if I used raspberry, which I knew I had (which I thought I had) and I said, "Oui Chef!" Then as I was cleaning up, I noticed there were two boxes of red purees, one for raspberry and one for strawberry. It all hit me at once. I bet I used the strawberry puree instead of the raspberry. YIKES! I hope the judges don't notice when they cut it and/or taste it. This is an honest mistake anyone could make! Right? Non. When I told a few of the great students, they said, didn't you read the labels? There were two there. Ok, if I am going to give a test and I have two IDENTICAL boxes except for one tiny word which isn't even written very big, and the pictures on the boxes are of RED fruit that is small and similar, I would ALERT the students. Or separate them, for Pete's Sake. Geez...they probably store their bleach with the apple juice here and hope their kids know the difference.
I keep checking my mail because they will notify you if you fail. Nothing yet, but the day is not over.