The Art of French Pastry

drunk toward the end of
the day, and scary, came by
to look over my shoulder
from time to time (he was
also watching the other
apprentices do their jobs).
Suddenly he passed by and
screamed at the top of his
lungs, “STIR FASTER!”
and disappeared to check
on somebody else. I started
stirring like a maniac.
As I began to stir faster