Am I too critical of the patisseries and the chefs behind them? No . . . but yes. When I started writing about all these goodies last year, I intentionally kept my name and image off the blog. I was always afraid I’d write something offensive and be called-out on it at one of the
Every time I mention Arnaud Delmontel to my brother, he goes, “You mean Arnaud Del Montel Williams?” That’s of course who I mean . . . the only man in the world who has a camera crew in the kitchen so that he can confront pregnant teens about their oxycodone abuse, while making fine pastries.
Unfortunately both cash registers had spontaneously decided to stop working, so madame cashier grew mildly enraged as about a half-dozen other people walked it at the same time she was trying to change my 50 euro note. I believe her hasty math gave me about a 30% discount, but seeing the look on her face,