Since my class schedule is terrible, I have all sorts of weird days. Today was one of them. I had a demo this morning at 8:30 a.m. and then another at 6:30 p.m. At lot of back and forth.

So in cuisine, we saw another old school dish, a terrine of langoustines and sweetbreads. Where on earth would I serve that in modern day times? No one would eat it. People would laugh. Anyway, we also saw a roasted whole fish (fun, fun, more fish) and a roasted pear dessert. Quite the spread early in the morning.

I filled my gaping hole of an afternoon visiting the Musée Maillol. They have a exposition on Magritte, and it’s really good. It showed a lot of sketches and their subsequent paintings/collages/drawings, and lot of the illustrations and ads that he did. A lot of his work is very funny, so it was a great way to spend a Wednesday. Well, at least a couple of hours on a Wednesday.

So I ended my day with a pastry demo. I am going to get so fat on intermediate pastry! We have been making the BEST stuff! This next one is a three chocolate mousse cake. So fat, I tell you, so fat.

So as we left school, Jeremy and Brian suggested a drink. They were going to a bar on my way home, so why not? We got into a discussion about things the chefs say that tick us off, and I mentioned an instance where a chef alluded to a student having pubic hairs in his dough. I thought this was inappropriate, and Jeremy basically told me that I don’t understand France and that since I’m so uptight, I’m in the wrong business here. This is what I mean about people here having to make other people feel small in order to make themselves feel better. This time I got snippy with him about it for a little while, but stopped short at calling his an ass. I don’t want to make people hate me, but is it worth having people to hang out with if they make you the perpetual doormat?