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Things I Love... Chef's Table: Pastry

Ever since I was a small child, I've loved food. Food was the thing that drew my family to the table. It was the way my grandma showed me her love, piling up a bowl full of handcut noodles in a small pond of broth. To this day, the smell that brings me closest to home is the aroma of simmering chicken soup.

About a year ago, I came across a show that I couldn't stop watching, Chef's Table, a meticulous love letter to food and the genius people who produce it at its best. I binged the first three seasons, devouring episode after episode.

Earlier this week, the fourth season of the show, Chef's Table: Pastry, dropped into my Netflix feed. The thing I love about this season (actually, every season) is that it doesn't just have to do with pastry, something I honestly find deeply mystifying. (I can cook a decent savory meal, but put me anywhere near a dessert that I'm supposed to make from scratch and things go desperately awry. Baking is a science that I don't generally have the patience for.) Watching these four artists create is a joy to behold. The desserts themselves fascinate, my favorite a city skyline molded from melted sugar. But for me, the beauty of this show is not just the gorgeous shots of the desserts themselves; it's the people, as well as the lessons about what it takes to be unique, to trust in your own vision and your own instinct.


My friend, the other day, posted a meme that read "No one is you and that is your power." Chef's Table: Pastry demonstrates this in gorgeous detail. Give it a taste (the trailer sample is below).

It might make you hungry though. Consider yourself warned. Until next time, Jess




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  1. UnknownApril 19, 2018 at 3:55 PM

    My kind of cooking show!!! I can't cook, but I can bake!!! LOL

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