The Art of French Pastry

day. First I would have to
scrape them off to remove
all of the flour and grease
that had been baked on.
Then I would wipe them
with a rag. The black sheet
pans got their patina from
the grease burned into the
metal, and the smell of that
grease is forever embedded
in my brain. To this day, I
am bothered by pans that
smell like rancid grease.