This week was surely the most nerve-wracking of them all. We dove straight into constructing entrement while also working to finish our projects as we had the mid-term run through on Friday. As I just said, and will say again for emphasis, it was most nerve-wracking. Entrement in themselves are simple: a cake made of mousse surrounding different flavor and texture inserts. Fun to create and pretty simple to put together. However, I think that the imaginary failure phantoms were plaguing everyone and that just made the experience rife with tension.
Ultimately, we all made it through and in my opinion everyone really did an exceptional job. Except for some silly mistakes with recipe recalculation and such we all managed to make it through relatively unscathed. I think that my entrement, the one with pale pink macaron pictured below, turned out awesome considering how nervous I was beforehand. The layers consist of a dark chocolate sablé breton cookie, a hazelnut financier, and a sour cherry coulis which are all surrounded by spicy dark chocolate mousse.
When the dust had finally settled it was time to wander over to Lyon with my two favorite ladies Sam and Stephanie. I can’t even express the love I have for these girlies and they were really a big part in my France experience. Without them there are so many experiences and adventures that I might have missed. Anywho, off to Lyon we skipped and never have I eaten or walked more in my life. It is an absolutely breathtaking city. The hills, the olds cathedrals, the ancient Roman theatre and the creepy puppet museum…and I haven’t even begun to speak about the food which is obviously the most important feature of a city, let us be honest.
Most of the days we spent leisurely strolling around the city. We certainly managed to visit many things (THANK GOD for all things being free for those under 26 years of age) but we didn’t rush or hurry our way through anything. The city itself is just wonderful; the view from the old city down on the river was stunning and even as my nose froze off from the biting wind I couldn’t seem to look away. We managed to visit both the Guignol museum, which scared the bejesus out of me….something about old dolls just gives me the creepies. The best part may just have been the old traboules of the city. These old passage ways wind their way through the buildings and you are likely to find one just by pushing open random doorways in the older sections of town. We got traboule happy and at one point tried checking all the doors on the street; we even got locked in one for a hot second! ( Needless to say it was both exciting and slightly terrifying.)
Ultimately, the food is the reason to visit Lyon over and over. We managed to eat at three different bouchons, which are traditional Lyonnaise eateries, while we were there for three days. This in itself is a feat because the usual fare at bouchons is extremely rich and filling. I have never been as satisfied after a meal as I was each and every time we ate in a bouchon. Though they often serve things like blood sausage and tripe we managed to steer clear and instead got things like cheese scallop ravioli, moist chicken smothered in creamy tomato sauce, and the ever amazing quenelles (basically lobster or langoustine soufflé usually doused in a bisque…..can you say ridiculously mouthwatering?)
I had such an amazing time and it truly convinced me that I could happily live in France in the future….now I just have to figure out how I can stay!



















