The Art of French Pastry

didn’t recycle into his next
batch. When I got home
from school while my
father was sleeping,
between one and four p.m.,
if I saw that there was
leftover dough I’d ask my
mom if I could make
creations with it. She was
happy to let me, as it gave
me something to do. I’d
sprinkle sugar over the
dough and shape it in