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if a choux cracks in the oven, it comes home with me. my bag is never empty.
pastry cook in a basement kitchen in the croix-rousse, six until two. after that i'm at a café table under the plane trees with whatever broke.
Unpopular opinion
the pink praline tart is better on the second day. i'll defend this in any café in lyon.
The last thing that made me laugh
the waiter at my café sighing when i sat down with a bag from another bakery. he still brought the water.
I'll fall for you if
you eat the ugly one without asking if there's a nicer one.
four hundred choux before nine and three cracked. guess which three are coming home with me.
the window tart cracked, so it's dinner now, on the wall by the saône.
