Say, hey good lookin’ Whatcha got cookin’? How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me?

— Hey Good Lookin’, Hank Williams

A cooking class is always a great thing to experience when you visit a foreign country. Once, we took a tapas class in Madrid, and this year on our trip to Paris, we took a pastries class at Le Cordon Bleu learning the art and chemistry of the croissant and brioche.

Our chef didn’t speak English, but thankfully, we had an English interpreter.

His croissants were perfection, down to the last very gram. And then there were our concoctions:

Each one of us in the class made 6 croissants, 6 chocolate rolls, 10 brioche rolls, a brioche loaf, and a brioche flower thing-a-ma-jig.  (I think I may have only come up with 5 croissants because my measurements weren’t exactly as precise as required – cutting those triangles wasn’t quite as easy as popping open a can of crescent rolls.)

It was way too much food for the three of us, but luckily, my friends from Bechtel, Marilyn and John, were in Paris at the same time so I gave them my creations.  We left the rest of the pastries in the Metro Station for the homeless people.

Bon Appetit!

XOXO