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01/15/2003 Entry: "Lecherlys"

It wasn’t a particularly good day in the kitchen. Should’ve been, since I got a chance to do something other than macarons. In fact, we didn’t do ANY macarons today. Surprising. Unfortunately, they let me cut these spice cookies called Lecherlys – trays and trays of ‘em, into 2 inch X ˝ inch pieces. And they are ANAL about the size. I was having a hard enough time cutting the damn things. Since they’re made of honey and orange confit, it’s really tough to cut. My palms were so red from the knife pressure. Then Alban comes and says: “Non, non, trop gros ça” (this is too big), so I cut it smaller, then Michel comes: “Pas trop petit” (not too small), then Quanah says: “Trop gros”, and Alban comes back and says: “Bien regulier, pas trop gros Karen”. Blah blah blah. I wanted to get out of there and cry. This is one of those days when I don’t want to be a patissier…

After we were done with the Lecherlys, Michel took my hand and raised it as a sign of victory. Alban comes and says: “Karen, demain, Lecherlys encore.” (Tomorrow, Lecherlys again) I really hope he wasn’t serious, but I can never really tell.