father’s cakes was an
arduous one. I apprenticed
with a master pastry chef
named Jean Clauss in
Strasbourg, twenty
kilometers from my village,
who trained his
apprentices well but was a
mean alcoholic. My idyllic
boy’s life changed forever
on the day I walked
through his door in
September 1976 at the age
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