The Monday Started off, with pâte à choux. Since this post isn’t about choux pastry, I’m not even going to try to explain what that is. If you know, you already know. 😋
As I changed into my chefs’ uniform, I got a message from Sana, the beautiful Indian sweetheart in my class “come fast, where are you?” I rushed quickly into the pastry lab. I was late by about 5 minutes and I got “the talk” 😏 . But I was shiny new and hadn’t gotten the hang of things yet, so all was forgiven. 😁
My school is exactly what Ed Sheeran was referring to when he sang …over the castle on the hill… Oh wait, did I forget to mention I go to school in a Castle, goes well with my name now right.😆
Then, I would walk 20 minutes up and down hill to get to school every day and 20 mins up and down hill back.
I had started to fall sick. My body was going through a drastic change quickly and literally everything was feeling the difference. My room was freezing cold, I hadn’t enough warm jackets, I wasn’t prepared for the cold, which everyone kept saying would get even colder, they were not wrong. They said I would get used to it, they were wrong.
I had developed a chesty cough.🤒
One kind woman in France saw how worse I was getting and how much I was struggling with the cold, brought me a mobile heater, a blanket and a jacket, my heart, body and soul felt warm. It was so biblical 👼🏻, I was very much a stranger, she went out of her way to help, when she didn’t have to and expecting nothing in return. May God continue to bless and keep her forever. 🙏🏾
To communicate with the pharmacist regarding my condition, google translate again to the rescue. Don’t judge, my French is way better now😃
I had missed a lot and I wasn’t going to let illness prevent me from going to school.
One day during this week, two things weird and funny happened.
The first, I dashed out of the lab to see if I could find someone to help allocate me a locker for my things. When I returned, I tried to explain to the chef where I’d been. So, in my very Nigerian accent, I said “I went to see if I could get a locker” and he goes “What is LOCKA?” 😕 For a split second even I was confused, then I say again “My locker, where I can keep my stuff in the ladies locker room…” by now he has a weird look on his face like what is this lady talking about… again he asks “What is LOCKA?” everybody simultaneously go “lockerrrrrrrr” I busted out laughing, as he goes “Oh, you mean your locker” and I’m like, “That’s what I said”.😅 By now were all giggling, I say, “Forgive my accent”. 😊
Everyone in my class is from a different county from 5 continents of the world. It’s beautiful to hear us speak. Our different accent shines through. The diversity gets me every single time 💗.
The second thing was more weird than funny but funny all the same. Okay, since I was struggling hard with my immune system and attending classes at the same time, I had to wear a face mask. So, the chef asked me if I’m still coughing and I said, “Yeah, but I already got drugs”. You need to see the glance he shot me “what?” in the blink of an eye I say “Medicine, I already got medicine for my cough” Abeg O, I don’t do drugs o! everybody starts laughing 😂 🤣 “Yeah we know, we call medicines drugs sometimes”.
I felt better but still ill, then I remembered I brought pepper soup spices from Nigeria😁. By the second week, I had started to feel way better.
I was Sous-chef this week and outside my major recipe blunder on the first day, all went well. We made some really great pastries all with a pâte à choux base. I thought it was awesome but compared to what we do now and what I know we will do in the future, it really was basic. We’ve only just began. 😉