The Art of French Pastry

up their orders (luckily, I
was good at math). By the
end of that morning I was
so stressed that I begged
my mother never to make
me work there again. “I’ll
scrub floors, clean every
pot and pan in Dad’s
kitchen, anything, but
please don’t make me work
the front again!” She
smiled and said, “Now
you’ve had a slice of my