Day 45 of 60 | Bonjour, Paris! 🇫🇷✨
About a week ago, we switched laboratories at École Ducasse… and I have now discovered what can only be described as my personal Kryptonite.
We are now stationed right next door to the pastry lab, which already feels like living beside a forbidden amusement park, and every so often, the pastry chefs wheel over this insanely dangerous machine into our prep kitchen. A machine whose sole purpose… is to run molten chocolate all night long.
Let me repeat that:
All.
Night.
Long. 😳🍫
I’ve warned my classmates repeatedly that I am a recovering chocolate addict and should NEVER be left alone in a room with a warm chocolate waterfall. It’s basically like putting an AA meeting inside a tequila factory.
I told them:
“I did not lose 80 pounds over the last year just to gain it all back in a single afternoon like the chubby kid in Willy Wonka who cannonballed into the chocolate river.”
And yet…
This evening, one of my classmates (who also dropped a ton of weight this year and therefore understands the struggle on a spiritual level) caught me in the act, tongue fully deployed, leaning toward the machine like it was the Fountain of Youth.
The photo says everything.
Zero shame.
Negative shame, even.
It is the exact moment before intervention.
Honestly, I need to meet the person who invented this machine. Not to congratulate them, but to demand financial compensation for the emotional damage.
