We were all dreading the possibility of getting the genoise for our exam dish, so of course, that's what we got. To tell the truth, I was bumming pretty hard when I saw the recipe but it didn't turn out as bad as I feared. My buttercream could've been less yellow, but there was nothing else I could've done better. I feel like I left it all out there, and that's all I can do. I'm just so freaking glad it's over! Now I can stop filling my fridge with sweets that I'm sick of eating by now.
I could've practiced more, sure, but I spent the day before at the salon looking like this:
And now I look like this:
Sorry, Mom! At least I didn't shave it!
And now I'm off to spoil myself with some of the best macarons in the world per our chefs. Apparently, you can't get them out of Switzerland, but J just happened to go to Geneva for work, and brought me this!
I am a lucky, lucky girl.
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