I received your comments and mails and really, truly, I felt lucky and glad to have all your ideas and recipes.
In two weeks, I'll be in holiday for some days, I think I'll try one or two recipes at this moment and of course, I'll post them.
And I realized one thing : dear anglo-saxons readers, you're SO strong and clever to come and read my blog ! Most of all if you cook my recipes.
Because ALL is different between our countries !
Inches, cups, onces, liters, cups, fahrenheit, celsius ...
So, I must translate FIRST and I'll cook after.
Today, I want to share with you some pictures.
Last year, in november, for my birthday, four of my dearest friends offered me a voucher's cooking lesson.
I was very happy and just had to find the necessary time, you know.
Almost one year after ( it was coming almost obsolete), I took my short courage between my hands, and with a friend, we decided to use this morning, in this workshop.
To learn to prepare a Fraisier.
"Holly cow", as my dear Internet friend, Dr CaSo taught me in a comment ...
One entire morning to make a cake !
Of course, we learned to prepare E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. But, OMG ! I won't do it anymore.
I'll post the recipe soon, when I'll receive it from the pastry chef.
Today, I'm just going to share with you some pics of this experience. Great experience. And only experience. AH !
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My sweet, dear, loved and only fraisier of my life. And I must warn you : If someone tries to touch to my rose, I'll wrench all his fingers !
I made it twice. I was very proud of my first rose. The pastry chef came, looked at it and said :
"Right. Yes. She's nice. But do it it again !". And he crushed my rose.
Of course, I crushed his head.
And I did my rose once again, glowering at him and at everyone one who tried to approach myself.
We spent a good morning, really. And we'll eat this cake tonight, for sure.
Except the rose.
NO-ONE-WILL-EAT-THIS-ROSE !