didn’t add enough liquid,
and the resulting dough
looked like cottage cheese.
Jean Clauss was livid and
called me every name in
the Alsatian insult
repertoire. I fell down on
my knees in the kitchen
and broke down in tears,
apologizing profusely. “Je
suis désolé, patron, je suis
désolé!” “You are good for
nothing,” he replied. “I will
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