The Jamaique is a particular cake, not for everyone’s liking: it’s a coconut mousse topped with a passion fruit mango mousse, all held together with paper thin layers of chocolate cake. It’s very light, and a lot of fun to put together. I feel like I’m doing pretty well in pastry these days.

Our wine group met tonight. The wine group is interesting and fun, because we have a semi-sommelier in our midst. He goes out and buys wine from a region, and then we taste, take notes, and compare. It’s informal, but slightly academic, because we do have goals when we taste and our discussion is focused and specific. After we get through the tasting, then it unravels into a drinking party. However, last night, this guy Andy, who I don't really like, showed up with three girls that had never come before. One of them is a recent graduate of my Alma matter. She thinks this is a great bonding point for us, and I wish she wouldn’t. She represents everything that is unholy about my college: she’s pretentious, entitled, ignorant, and totally sheltered. The three of them completely ruined the tasting. One girl knew nothing about wine whatsoever, and would chug her glass before we even began discussing it, and the other kept asking totally off task questions like, “what's the big deal about Bordeaux?” (we weren't tasting Bordeaux) or “how can I tell if a wine is a good value?” Fine questions, but not what we were there for. And I thought the Middlebury girl talked a lot! Her friend, question girl, makes her look timid. Middlebury girl worked very hard at every turn to make the conversation about her, like “this wine reminds me of my dog,” or “I'm allergic to everything.” I was not very pleased. Jeremy declared that Andy's guest passes had been revoked. Good.