*** 13th March 2013: L’examen ***
I woke up this morning to a blanket of snow over Paris. Gosh it was beautiful.
It was going to be a great day. Whatever happens, I was going to make sure that it would be.
After breaky I grabbed my equipment and slid my way down the icy footpath to school. I stood on the corner of Rue Léon Delhomme, where all my cakey dreams came true, and reminisced my first day of school where I stood at the exact same corner to take the photo. Only this time the streets, cars and buildings were layered with snow, like icing on a cake. My very last day walking to school for the diploma. What a sad thought. A dream-come-true life was coming to an end.
Without getting too sooky-la-la, I continued to tread carefully over the patches of snow towards school and was greeted by my classmates in the locker room. For the very last time.
This was our exam format, 3 hours work, 1 hour break, 2 hours work. Our day went a little something like this:
- 8.30am – 11.30am: work our little bums off (by 10am we should have the sugar lamps switched to heat level 2-2.5)
- 11.30am – 12.30pm: lunch
- 12.30pm – 1.30pm: finish off the pulled sugar and heat lamps should be packed away otherwise it will eat into the next phase…
- 1.30pm – 2.30pm: assemble the whole structure, flower and other pieces to complement. Tidy workspace and ready to present
- 2.30pm: finish and present sculpture. Otherwise a deduction of 10% for every minute late
Days before, I typed up a half-hourly schedule to guide me through the exam just incase my nerves got the better of me. For what I wanted to create keeping to my time frame was essential. However, today, I managed to meet my own demands. In fact I was even ahead of schedule. In my general day to day life, being timely doesn’t happen very often so I was ecstatic about being ahead on what could possibly be a stressful day to some.
We had Chef J supervising our class – he just stood back, didn’t say anything, observed and assessed our every move.
Throughout the 5 hours I was in my own world, enjoying every moment – that included every petal pulled, every ball blown, every mushroom made. Especially in the final hour – during assembly time, I felt like I was in my own sugar bubble. The room fell silent – at least it seemed like it even though I knew blow torches were blaring away.
It’s hard to describe but it was like my sculpture and I had a ‘moment’, we ‘connected’ (I say this sarcastically but there is an element of truth). It was just her and I – because I was so attuned, so focused (and so loving it!) it was like, I was in the zone (once again, sarcastic truth). We were going to finish the diploma with a bang!
This was how I finished the Diplôme de Pâtisserie…
I managed to finish the piece at 2.10pm, leaving me some time take a photos of everyone else’s work.
And that was the exam. I walked out with a feeling of elation and at the same time, emptiness. There was such a huge build up and now it’s over. I had so much fun in those 5 hours that I could do it all over again!
Those of you who have been following the progress and updates of my sugar addiction, thank you. I hope you enjoyed experiencing my little journey into the world of sugar sculpturing. This is all only just the beginning… and I hope that there will be more to come in the near future.
The end of Diary of a Sugar Addict… or is it…?