Happy Tuesday everyone!
My adventures in sugar showpiece last week included HOT sugar, burnt hands, and a blister for each day of class. My hands are raw and I am simply exhausted. So, over the weekend I took it easy: Netflixed it up, did laundry, read, and slept. 😊 Continue reading
Welcome back y’all!
Friday marked the end of chocolate showpiece and Monday marks the beginning of sugar showpiece. I’ve been told sugar showpiece is fun because you go from working with warm, messy, and melted chocolate to working with hot, sticky, and “oh my goodness I’m burning my hands!” sugar. For real, what’s not to love? 😉 Anyway I’m sure I’ll survive this week just like I’ve survived the past three weeks in the kitchen. Continue reading
The display of the all the chocolates we made throughout the past two weeks.
A combination of my love for chocolate and Harry Potter.
This past Friday marked the end of my first L’Art de la Pâtisserie course. My first session was Chocolate Candies taught by world pastry champion, pastry chef, chocolatier, and instructor, Chef En-Ming Hsu. My brain has currently jumped off a diving board and landed in a pool of chocolate (either because of all the things I learned or because of all the chocolate I have eaten, it’s hard to tell at this point 😉). Continue reading
Through the last few days I have been struggling with homesickness, stressful school days, and lack of sleep. But through it all I have been constantly aware that I have someone watching over me who is much bigger than all of that. His leading hand is guiding me, lifting me up, and drawing me closer to Him. In all of my trials and with all of my concerns, He is continuing to shape me and grow me into the person He wants me to be. Continue reading
Denial. Up until Sunday July 3 I had been in denial. Denial of the fact that I either had to hit the pavement running or fall flat on my face. Denial that I had just moved out of my home for six months and wasn’t simply enjoying a weekend in Illinois with my parents. Denial that I was about to start courses at The French Pastry School. Denial. But as my parents pulled out of the driveway of my new “home” it all sunk in and the tears started flowing. This was it. Continue reading