The Art of French Pastry

lot stronger than my arms.
Jean Clauss explained to
me how it was done and I
began to whip. After a few
minutes my hands began
to cramp and I began to
freak out because I knew I
needed to stop—but Jean
Clauss was staring at me.
The more I whipped and
agonized the more he
would stare, in disbelief
that a strong young man