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Just when I thought things couldn’t get harder, I am steward for the week and without a partner which basically means I am a slave to the class for the week and short of two extra hands.  Too bad it was my Clafoutis that had to suffer for it.  Instead of fruit suspended in a baked custard, it more so resembled a baked fruit custard pizza.  But the Bavarian and Linzer made up for it.  I devoured half of each all on my own.

By the end of the week, I couldn’t tell whether it was worse to be without a partner or have a partner that is absolutely clueless.  Still contemplating…  Luckily my crunch on time and hands didn’t turn my first full-size kitchen torch experience into a brow and hair patching experience.  How perfectly torched are those little Swiss Meringue rosettes?

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