I am thankful...

So I was trying to Google “Thanksgiving Quotes” in search of a bold and prominent title for my next update, but then I suddenly stopped. I am thankful. Simple? Yes, but I think that says it all. Every year at Thanksgiving, my family has always gathered in order to recount what we are most thankful for… throw into that equation some football/feasting/slumbering and you have yourselves a pretty glorious day! I have been so blessed in having such a loving and supportive family. Although I am across seas this year, I have been able to spend the day reflecting on a few events which could be considered “tragic” – yet I am thankful that they occurred because I have been able to grow and learn through such adversity.

I am thankful that I have had the opportunity to participate in a plethora of sports/hobbies for my entire life. When I was three years old, I saw the chick-flick “Beaches” (for Stephen’s birthday party… wow mom and dad, way to set up your son for getting a smack-down at school!) In the movie, a young girl is dressed in a costume which is composed of rhinestones and glitter. She flips into a hand stand and slowly climbs up a series of stairs… mind you, still on her hands. Years later my mom told me that I had leaned over with hopeful, glimmering eyes and asked - if I could accomplish such a feat… could I possibly have a costume as sparkling and glorious as that in the movie? Needless to say, as soon as we returned home, my parents heard banging and saw me hurling my little body in attempts to master such a challenge. I was enrolled in gymnastics the next day. Thus began the plethora of sports and hobbies which I loved… ballroom dancing, ballet, tap, jazz, modern, character, rhythmic gymnastics, cheerleading, piano, flute, golf, tennis, baton, flying planes (private pilot’s license!), horseback riding and swimming, swimming, swimming. During high school and the first year of college, I was a swimmer. And by swimmer, I mean… that was my life. Literally… swim, study, eat, sleep. Athletics certainly instilled in me a hard work ethic and drive, however – sometimes I was little, well… extreme. I would love to have fun with my friends, but I would always be “that girl” asleep on a Friday night in order to be well-rested for practice on Saturday morning. Three weeks before my freshman year at Miami, mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I remember dad calling me from the hospital and surprising me with the wretched news. I did not want to believe it because - common, it is mom! That just does not occur in my family, right? Umm, not so much. I was not a happy camper about the entire situation, but I was thankful that I would be attending Miami University – only two hours from home, as opposed to attending college across the country. As I continued to swim my freshman year, mom and dad were able to come to all of my home meets – despite the two hour drive and chemotherapy/radiation treatments. No matter how tired she was or how much pain she encountered, she would always be so positive, encouraging, supportive, and full of life! I realized how important LIFE is – that I began swimming when I was younger because I loved the sport! However, during my freshman year of college, I realized that I did not love the sport anymore because it was consuming my entire life. I loved the hard work, but my heart was no longer in the sport because I longed to experience – truly experience life!

I am thankful that mom’s cancer is in remission. Although the sickness was not something that our family wanted, my mom was able to influence so many individuals with her whole-hearted faith and positive attitude. After I stopped swimming, I had a difficult time knowing what to do with myself… I suddenly had five hours in the day that I was not training! However, I was thankful that my parents fully supported my decision. Since I decided to major in Accounting, I engulfed myself in studying… 24-7. During my sophomore and junior years, I think I studied a little too much… However, that constant strive toward perfection would just set me up for failure! How frustrating! During my senior year, I decided to take a new approach to life in general… just try my best and be joyful – not happy – with the result. I know that there will be times when I fail in life – but that I am learn from each shortcoming. I can help to share my experiences in order to help others. During my senior year, it was the first time that I actually went “uptown” and danced and had fun with my friends in college [thanks, Coops ;) ] I still tried my best with my grades and school work, but I did not allow a less-than-stellar grade to taint my attitude. I left Miami loving absolutely everything! I am so thankful that I learned that our imperfections really do make us unique and fun to be around!! (ok, I know it sounds corny, but tough beans). Oh by the way, I also learned how much I love to dance again! =)

I am thankful that I have this opportunity to live in Paris – I cannot tell everyone how much I adore every day in this city of light! I love attending school – being a little sponge and absorbing as much as I can from my Chefs. Mom came to visit last week and unfortunately her stay was cut short due to, well, let’s just say that she and stairs do not get along. I received a call from school, “Sarah, I fell down the stairs and I need to go to the hospital, but I don’t know French.” Really? Sure enough. I immediately ran home (which by the way is literally a two-minute run!) and up the nine flights of stairs. I opened my door and found mom sitting on my couch – with frozen chicken and turkey cold-cuts on her ankle. I must have a quizzical/blank expression on my face as she proceeded to explain that since I did not have ice in my freezer, she had to use the meat (since it was cold) – in order to subside the swelling. I will never look at sliced “poulet” in the same manner… never again. But wait, it gets better. As many of you have read in the news, many of the Metro/RER/transportation workers are currently on strike. Since we were unable to find an empty taxi (since all were in service), we called the firefighters and they came to my apartment. French firefighters will forever have a place in my heart =) They were so genuine and sincere… as I was answering questions and conversing in French with one of the firefighters, mom was just sitting there smiling. No crying, no whining… just a big smile with poulet wrapped around her ankle =) The x-rays confirmed a break and we patiently watched the intern wrap her foot in a cast. I was tempted to be obnoxious and sign my name on her boot, but then I figured that she had already been through enough drama for the day. Oh yes… do you remember when I locked myself out of my apartment a few months ago and I was forced to run around the streets of Paris in my little black pajamas? This is SO much better than that… whenever a cast is wrapped around your leg, it is usually wise to remove your pants (otherwise one would be forced to cut the pants in order to remove them over the cast). Fortunately mom thought of such a situation. Unfortunately, we did not have a dress for her to wear back to my flat. Fortunately I had a long coat on. Unfortunately it was a little short on her. Way to run around Paris in your underwear, mom. Stellar job. What can I say… like mother, like daughter? (I am thankful that it was mid-night and not a plethora of Parisians were out!) The next day we received a phone call that dad had been at work, but was suddenly overcome with a colossal amount of pain. He went down to the ER (good thing he is a doctor and was already at the hospital!) and sure enough – kidney stones. Ouch. I felt so horrible – my parents were falling apart!!! However, I was thankful that even though mom had to leave early – she was able to be with dad and also verify that her leg was “set” correctly. We also enjoyed watching the Eiffel Tower glitter every night from my living room, as well as the Parisians who live across the street from me… hehe =)

Although life is not always rainbows and butterflies, I know that challenges ultimately allow us to grow. Sometimes we do not know why such terribly unfair disasters and calamities occur – but everything truly does occur for a reason. I cannot thank each of you enough for teaching me so much through the years. I promise each of you that I will try my best every day – not to strive towards perfection, but to try my best and be joyful with the results (even if an unfavorable situation arises). And to have FUN - because, well… I am thankful =)

All my love to each of you from Paris,
SB =)

“Just remember... anyone can cook” – Ratatouille

Hello family and friends!

First of all, I have to apologize for the horrid delay in my update! I will spare you the details in the problems of acquiring a new phone line/internet service – but I now have internet service and a phone which actually works! Thus, will be able to send more Paris notes to everyone in the future! I also had my written and practical exams which required more study time than anticipated! But no worries because… guess who passed her basic cuisine and pastry courses… I will give you a hint – her name begins with “S” and rhymes with “arah.” I cannot believe that my first course at LCB is finished already! My pastry exam was last Thursday and culinary was the following day. In order to prepare for the exams, we were given eight recipes for pastry and ten recipes for cuisine to memorize. We did not have to memorize the ingredients (they were given to us during the exam), but we did have to memorize how to prepare and plate our final “masterpieces” (aka – hope that it tastes great and that the presentation looks appetizing). I rarely miss class unless due to a random SB adventure (something is coming to mind… perhaps running the streets of Paris in pajamas? Well, you know… the usual!) A “Carte de Sejour” is required in order to remain in Paris for an extended period of time. In order to obtain my “golden ticket,” I had to go to the immigration office during my appointment (which they determine). Of course, my appointment was during a pastry demo class at LCB when Chef prepared a ‘Charlotte de Poir’ (traditional French cake with ladyfingers and pear mousse). Because I was unable to attend the demo, I was unable to go to the practical (not a happy camper!) and thus, I never had the opportunity to make the Charlotte de Poir. No problem, right? Charlotte de Poir was one of the recipes on our recipe list, but what were the chances that I would have to make this during the exam? Slim to none. Before the exam began, my classmates and I were eagerly dancing in anticipation to enter the kitchen. (ok I admit… I was dancing, they were laughing). Chef came with a bowl and we chose colored chips – red, blue and yellow. I chose red. Charlotte de Poir. Sweet. If there was an Olympic event in which an individual can choose the wrong colored chip, I do believe that I would be awarded the gold medal. Blue was the pear tart and yellow was the moka genoise (all recipies that I had made before). Rather than dwell on the fact that the exam was the first time for me to make this cake, I decided to embrace the challenge with open arms and sharpened knives. Bring it on. Fortunately I had studied the notes and pictures that my friends had taken during class. I knew how to create the lady fingers in my head, now I just had to use my lady fingers and physically construct the dessert. The room was relatively quite, aside from the warp-speed wisking of eggs whites against bowls and random shouts of “chaud!” “oui, Chef!” or “derrière!” (translation: ‘hot!’ ‘yes, Chef’ or ‘behind!’). Chef walked around and would occasionally lend a helping hand to each of the students. Everyone finished within the two and one-half hour time limit, cleaned our work areas, and left the kitchen. A jury of Chefs (from various restaurants/hotels in Paris) graded our final dishes. We were required to leave the kitchen immediately after finishing in order for our dishes to remain anonymous during the grading. Unfortunately we were unable to hear the feedback/criticism of the jury. However, I was thankful that I was able to create the Charlotte de poir in my first attempt (being the exam!). The following day was my cuisine exam. Two recipies were assigned during the exam – roasted chicken with jus and fennel fish. My draw: fennel fish. I was thankful to receive this recipe being that I had made it fairly recently (within the past two weeks) and it was still fresh in my mind. I worked at the end of the counter, near the sinks. During the exam, we had two assistants (also students at LCB) who retrieved ingredients in case Chef decided that a student needed more of another ingredient/some other reason. Two of the quite Korean women were our assistants for pastry. Fernando and Juan were assistants for cuisine. They happened to be standing next to the sinks and – needless to say, were terribly entertaining. In order to make my fish sauce, I had to make a fish fumet which requires fish bones. After cutting off the head, I cut my filets (clean cuts – success!) and chopped the bones and head into smaller pieces in order to be washed and used in the fumet (cleaner bones = clearer fumet = excellent). I removed the eyes from the head and discarded them into a bowl next to me (talk about keeping a watchful eye on someone…) While Chef was at the other end of the room, the guys took the eyes and were trying to distract me by making me laugh with the fish eyes. It was a great day for a competition so I focused on my dish and ignored their comical gestures (even Chef was laughing). Instead of using crème fresche for my sauce (it was not in the kitchen), we used regular liquid cream instead. No problem! I plated my dish on time, cleaned my work area and relaxed with the other students in the Winter Garden (student “hang out” area at school). We talked briefly, and then returned to our humble abodes in order to nap and prepare for a wonderful night of celebration. LCB organized a student party (always at the end of exams) on a boat on the Seine. I had such a wonderful time dancing with my fellow friends and students! Being that we always see each other in our pristine-white uniforms, we had a riot dressing to the nines (yes, obnoxiously-glitzy as usual). Alexandra and Marni were laughing because I was the only one who danced straight for (almost) two hours. It was a day full of my favorite activities: body-combat class at ClubMed (gym in Paris), making food in a ‘challenging’ atmosphere, creatively plating, dressing up and dancing with friends! Needless to say, I slept very well!

Yesterday we had our diploma ceremony at school. The Basic cuisine and pastry graduation is held at LCB, while the Intermediate and Superior ceremonies are located in a more formal gathering. Our Chefs were seated on stage as we adoringly snapped a plethora of photos. Such rock stars. Normally the Chefs have very confident presences in the kitchen (as they should since they can create unbelievable dishes!). However it was adorable to see them sheepishly and humbly fidget on the stage as they were introduced and their accomplishments in the culinary world were announced. As our names were announced, we walked to the stage, received our certificates, smiled for the cameras and added our John Hancock to a large book in order to document the occasion. I have been very blessed in having such a small class at LCB. After the ceremony, the Chefs had prepared a gorgeous spread/reception at LCB. I had a wonderful time talking with the Chefs and (of course) taking more pictures! My cuisine class was composed of twenty students; fourteen in pastry. Thus, we have been able to form stronger bonds with our Chefs (there will be sixty students in the new Basic cuisine and pastry classes!). Everyone enjoyed the time to visit and celebrate, outside of the classroom setting. I promised my Chefs that I would continue to improve my skills as I begin Intermediate in four days! I am absolutely looking forward to trying my best everyday, learning, remaining positive (despite the circumstances) and creating wonderful dishes!

In the meantime, I am currently seated on an airplane. Where is my next adventure, you may ask? Prague! Since we had four free days between graduation and the beginning of Intermediate, Alexandra, Claudia, Marni and I decided to explore Prague. Apparently we will have free wifi at our apartment, so I will send my newsletter upon my arrival! I promise to take many pictures and try my very best to stay out of trouble (although somehow adventures always seem to meander into my life… makes for great stories and memories!)

All my love to each of you from Paris (and Prague!),
SB =)

Ps- thank you again for you patience and I promise to keep the updates coming! =)

Life is like a Box of Chocolates...

Family and Friends,

***quick note - I asked mom to send an email for me informing you of why I have not been able to send a letter recently! I am currently at a McDonalds (free wireless internet!) and I will send my update from here! I will be able to correspond with more ease in about two weeks (once my Neuf internet service is working at my apartment!) I apologize for the delay in responses and difficulties with recent communication!!!

Before I begin my update, I will provide a recommendation regarding the manner in which to read my letter… of which you are more than welcome to take with a grain of salt! The past two weeks have been an absolutely whirlwind of unexpected events… you will laugh, you might even cry (ok, not quite that dramatic!) but your trainer may thank me for providing an ab workout from the laughter directly correlated to entertaining incidents (aka. my life!). Thus, perhaps you should not read this dispatch after enjoying a large meal, as I would be terribly disappointed if it caused you to experience cramps. But if it is your routine to read the “SB update” after said meal, I would hate to disturb your routine. I guess what I am trying to say is… be warned, this may be long… (but entertainment will be included!)

First of all, THANK YOU, thank you, thank you for the wonderful and glorious birthday messages!! I cannot tell you how much I value each of your notes and cards… your messages truly are the BEST presents that I could ever receive!! I am so grateful to have such loving family and friends… I appreciate absolutely everything! I am honored to receive such encouraging and supportive words for my twenty-second birthday! (wow… mom and dad, your baby is twenty-two… how did that happen?!)

Exciting news… I am now a proud Parisian flat owner! (well, renter!) I will provide more details and pictures of my apartment in my next update, but for now I must recount a story which, after reading, you might say to yourself, “wow, why am I not surprised at all!” I always make breakfast each morning before classes (most important meal of the day!) On Wednesday morning, I made poached eggs. As you may know, the fragrance of egg shells is not too horribly pleasant. Thus, I decided to immediately throw the trash away in order to prevent an unpleasant stench from permeating my apartment. In Paris, apartment buildings have trash shoots since all of the buildings have many levels. Because the weather has been absolutely gorgeous recently - crisp mornings full of sunshine - I had my door open which leads to my balcony. Normally my front door does not move when left open (I bet you know where I am going with this…) I decided to quickly run my trash to the shoot (which is literally located about seven steps down the hall, behind a door). After wishing my egg shells a “bon voyage” down the trash shoot, I suddenly froze after hearing a discouraging “bam!” I squeezed my eyes shut, slowly turned toward the direction of my door, and held my breath. Please… please… not my door. I refused to open my eyes in order to prevent disappointment, but then I decided that, well… I need to know if I can enter my apartment or not. Alas, no. Apparently a gust of wind decided to befriend my balcony entrance, dance around my room, and leave through my entrance - causing my door to slam shut and me left speechless in the hall. Now, normally a closed door is no problem when the owner has a key in hand. In fact, doors are quite useful really - preventing theft, providing privacy… I am sure you can think of many useful reasons in order to have a door. However, when one is dressed in her “black baby-doll pajamas,” and is without shoes, keys or any possessions at eight in the morning… doors suddenly seem to lose their practical demeanor. What to do, what to do. My phone and all important numbers were all in my flat! Fortunately, and I cannot believe this now, there is a key store DIRECTLY across the street from where I live… gift! What are the chances? I waited until the store opened, then walked outside - mind you without shoes and in my horribly evident pajamas - to ask for help! Being that it was early in the morning, I was unable to avoid the crowds on the street. Thus, a plethora of Parisians witness an American scurry across the street in her pajamas, sans shoes! The owner came back with me to my door with keys and an x-ray (random, no?). With old Parisian doors, it is possible to use a heavy sheet of plastic to open the door. However, the owners recently installed a new lock on my door. Apparently the owner of the key-shop had not brushed up on his robbery skills because he was not successful in using the x-ray film (thick sheet of plastic) in order to open my door. He called a “specialist” who arrived about half an hour later with a few other tools. While I was waiting for the specialist, I was trying to think of other options I could exercise in order to enter my apartment. Then I thought of a brilliant idea! I would wait until one of my neighbors returned home, then scurry up the roof from their balcony, and crawl down onto my balcony!! Either that or I could practice my balance beam skills and rest a slab of wood from their balcony to my balcony and cross the bridge! Not the safest of options, but the dare-devil in me was absolutely entertained by these ideas! Did I mention the fact that I live on the top eighth floor? While continuing to day-dream, the specialist came and used his tools on my door. Success! Encouraged that he was able to open my door without breaking the door (though a tad bit disheartened that he was able to open my door without a key!) However, I was able to finally shower and change from my pajamas! Can you imagine SB in the streets of Paris in her pajamas (which do not qualify as “skimpy,” but by no means are horribly covering!) and no shoes?! What am I going to do next…

On Friday evening, nine LCB friends and I went to Le Violon D’Ingres for dinner (and to celebrate my birthday). The restaurant has received fabulous reviews around Paris and it truly exceeded its reputation. The stellar company, laughter, atmosphere, food, service… everything was wonderful! We met at the restaurant at 21.30 and did not finish until one in the morning! After leaving the restaurant, we all parted ways in order to return home. There is a brand new bike system in Paris (it is literally one-week old!) There are bike stations which are affiliated with the Parisian transportation system (including metro, trains, etc.) The stations are located every three-hundred meters. Thus, people are able to have another option in order to travel around the city. Because the system is new, there are a few glitches in the system. However, Alexandra and I decided to bike home from the restaurant! We were able to successfully work the system and hopped on our bikes! We biked around Paris from two until three in the morning! (We decided to take a few detours and have fun on the bikes before returning home… aka, biking around the Eiffel Tower while it glittered, around the Seine, etc.!) I was very surprised at the number of people using the bikes at the same early hours of the morning! Although I was dressed in a mini-skirt and high heels, I was able to maneuver uphill with ease (thank you leg muscles from all those years of dancing!!) It was a great way to end a wonderful day!

I used the bikes again on Saturday and Sunday because the weather has been absolutely gorgeous! I loved the wind blowing through my hair, the rays of sun dancing on the bumpy stone streets, the flower baskets hanging from balconies and windows of apartments… this city is something spectacular. While biking to the church service, I stopped at a small store and purchased several flowers for my apartment. I set the flowers in the baskets (which are attached to the bikes) and pedaled through the Parisian streets. I laughed to myself and figured that all I needed was a beret and baguette… one typically “cliché Parisian” to go, s’il vous plait? But it truly is a great system!

In my next letter I will describe my flat, as well as the events of this upcoming week! That is, if anything adventurous arises! Should not be too hard, especially knowing the trouble that I always seem to create! But thank you again for the wonderful birthday wishes! I cannot tell you how much I appreciate everything! Thank you also to everyone for the thoughts and prayers for my mom; she is recovering very well after surgery!!! Mom and dad were able to take a LONG walk at Highbanks today - really enjoy the beautiful day! I apologize for the marathon-long update, but these past two-weeks have been saturated adventures!!! More updates to come, but I must go rest up for tomorrow… great day for a competition!

All my love from Paris,
SB =)

"A Toutes Les Gloires De La France"

Family and Friends!

Wow! What a busy, but wonderful week! On Wednesday I had pastry practical in the morning, class pictures, cuisine practical and a visit to a local pastry shop. For the cuisine class picture, I was seated front and center (wow, are you surprised?!) and very excited about the placement. However, at school we can choose to either wear white or black shoes (special shoes with steel toes in case a heavy pan/boiling liquid is dropped on your foot). Anyway, after we were seated, one of the ladies said that only black shoes could be seated in the front row. disappointment because Chef looked over and said, “Sarah, you can wear my shoes!”Well, this about broke my heart… (ok, not quite to that extent) but I think my face showed my utter in order for me to remain in my spot! Everyone was cracking up (including Chef) because no one expected him to extend such an offer. Rather than be high maintenance, I just quickly moved a row back. The photographer kept telling everyone to smile, and my smile must have been growing and growing because he stopped and put down his camera and told me that his directions were not for me; I was smiling enough already (good thing… I know I have a large mouth, but good grief, a smile can only become so big!) Directly after cuisine pictures, the pastry group was photographed. Claudia had been sitting in the front for the cuisine and she wanted to move to the back row, so she traded shoes with me and I was allowed to sit in my all-time favorite spot! Oh school pictures… I bet they conjure up some fond memories of grade school for many of you… =)

On Wednesday night I volunteered at school to help with a presentation/demonstration for the Alliance Francaise. (Happy Fourth of July, by the way!) About forty people came from the organization in order to learn more about Le Cordon Bleu, watch Chef prepare a dish, and enjoy hors d’oeuvres and drinks after the presentation. Twelve students had signed up to volunteer. We were standing in the back Winter Garden (the “communal area” where we normally congregate before classes). It is a large room with many windows and beautifully decorated with plants and flowers galore. After the presentation, the guests were to wine and dine in this room. Thus, we were assigned to set up the food and prepare the garden for their enjoyment. However, they pulled me aside and placed me at the front door in order to greet the guests and take them to the room where they would watch the demonstration. I enjoyed talking to the guests as they arrived (in French of course) and parading them through the corridors of the school. After everyone was seated in the demonstration room, I went back to the Winter Garden to help set up for the hors d’oeuvres. However, after Chef finished his presentation, I was immediately pulled back into the room to serve the individual portions of fish to the guests, then lead them into the Winter Garden in order to serve them more gourmet morsels to tickle their palates. We were also given the opportunity to talk to the guests and tell them about our programs and classes at school. It was a wonderful night! I arrived home at 23.00 and headed off to bed, as I had nine hours of classes the next day (and waking at six in the morning would come all too soon). But no need to complain! I enjoy the fast-pace lifestyle. I also enjoy soaking up as much knowledge as possible in my little head!

On Saturday, seven of us (from class) decided to visit Versailles. What a day! I really enjoyed bonding with our eclectic group of characters. Adi is twenty-six, from Israel. Alexandra (organized the trip) is thirty eight, French/American, lives in California and Washington D.C. Amit is twenty nine, from New York. Bing is twenty-one, born in China and lives in New York (but is here for the summer, then will return to UofM in the fall to finish university). Claudia is thirty three, from Brazil. Marni is thirty, born in Lousinanna, from Washington D.C. SB is twenty-one (soon to be twenty two!), born and breed-Ohioian. OH! There was a vast array of views/perspectives of life, but regardless, everyone had a fantastic day! In the morning, we marveled at the inside of the palace. Wow, the fact that the king would design a hall of mirrors… speaks enough for itself. But the intricacies of the palace truly are breath-taking. One could spend years simply viewing all the minute details engraved in every stitch and corner of the monstrosity!

After touring the inside of the palace, we enjoyed a leisurely lunch in the gardens. The gardens at Versailles are simply magnificent. As tourists enjoyed gliding their row-boats on the pristine lakes, the sunlight danced and cascaded onto the sidewalks. The trees were perfectly manicured into a variety of forms and shapes. Flowers lined the pathways as families enjoyed picnics throughout the gardens. Literally, the grounds seem to stretch far beyond the eye can see! We enjoyed visiting other palaces (for Napoleon, Marie Antoinette, etc) which are also on the estate. We also saw four wedding parties. Apparently many couples decided to have their wedding photos taken at Versailles. Not too shabby of a place to take pictures, I suppose!

After promenading around the grounds for the entire day, we ate dinner at a local café around 19.00 We returned to the palace gardens at 21.00 in order to watch the water show! At 21.30, the sun was beginning to set and the fountains began to cascade water from their spickets into the sky! Music was played over loud speakers and bubbles floated from machines (which were hidden in the bushes). Ridiculously romantic! But really, it was an absolutely gorgeous evening! A fantastic firework show began at 23:30. The glittering gold “fire smacks” were a wonderful way to end a great day, full of competitions! (hehe!) After the show, the seven of us linked together in order to make our way through the crowd.

Mom called as I was traveling home on the Metro… she and dad were headed off to enjoy a walk at Highbanks! (a close second to Versailles, in my opinion!) It can be difficult to communicate due to the time difference, but when we set out minds on something, we make it happen! I arrived home a bit after two in the morning and immediately proceeded into the fetal position on my bed. Glorious and necessary sleep! I know that this week will be another week of learning! Mom is having reconstructive surgery tomorrow morning, so I would very much appreciate if you could please keep her in your thoughts and prayers! Thank you again for the encouraging emails and messages. Sometimes it can be easy to become distracted/exhausted after a long day, but I am encouraged when I read everyone’s supportive words! Oh… tomorrow is not going to be fun - we are making rabbit… sorry Thumper. Well, I will try my best!

All my love to each and every one of you from Paris!!!
SB =)

"Add three letters to Paris and it is Paradise..."

Family and friends!

Another week of learning in the City of Light!
On Thursday, we learned how to make caramel for the first time (well, I learned for the first time!) Carmel burns are by far the most dangerous burns (compared to any type of burn). Thus, a word of advice, do not mess around with boiling sugar! Anyway, Chef was showing us a technique in demo on how experienced Chefs can determine the temperature of caramel without having to use a thermometer. Chef placed a bowl of ice water next to the boiling caramel. He placed his hand in the ice water for a few seconds, then lifted it into the boiling sugar, then into the ice water again… all in one smooth and relaxed manner. When the sugar is hot enough (while still clear in color and before reaching the caramel state), a film will appear on your hand after removing it from the ice water, boiling sugar, ice water process. It is not a necessary risk, but Chef’s often do it to… well, to “look cool.” In practical, I asked Chef if he would please teach me how to successfully mimic the same peril. He looked at me like, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” But I just smiled and stubbornly stood my ground. I promised that I would remain calm and not end up in the ER with a third degree burn. I suppose I was somewhat convincing because he told me to go retrieve a bowl with ice. So I quickly replied, “oui, Chef,” and he stood by my side as I confidently placed my hand into the boiling sugar and pulled some film into the ice water. Success! I think he was relieved that I remained calm and collected. None of the other students were willing to try the technique. Probably snickering as the naïve American was happily placing her hand in boiling sugar with an enormous smile. Ah, but it was a great day for a competition indeed! =)

When I was four years old, I began ballroom dancing with Bill Sparks. He, Sam Sodano (his coach and organizer of Ohio Star Ball), and three of their friends are currently in France. The five ballroom judges were planning on visiting Paris on Thursday. However, I was horribly disappointed because I had classes from 12.30-21.00 (long day!). I was only going to be able to meet them at the train station for a quick coffee, as opposed to spending the day as their “tour guide.” However, I woke up on Thursday morning and read an email from Bill explaining that no trains were scheduled to arrive in Paris on Thursday due to Holiday. Thus, they rescheduled their plans and were able to come on Saturday instead! I was absolutely thrilled because I did not have classes on Saturday and I was blessed in spending the entire day with my favorite ballroom clan!

My roommates - Alex and Bryan (from Baylor University) left early on Saturday morning. Mme Linyer and I woke and wished them off! Bill and the other ballroom judges were arriving at 10.00 and I desperately wanted Mme Linyer to meet them, so she agreed to accompany me to the train station in the morning (Gare de Lyon). We arrived at 9.30 and realized that Alex and Bryan were leaving from the same station. Thus, we quickly decided to be tricksie little hobbits and surprise the boys with a one-last goodbye! We swiftly dodged through the “entire world” of tourists/family/friends at the station and found the group from Baylor University. Needless to say, the boys were absolutely thrilled so see us as a final goodbye! They introduced us to the entire group of students studying abroad from Baylor University, and we had our last Parisian farewell (kiss on both cheeks). I will miss them… they were very entertaining around the house! We had some great conversations while on the small balconies overlooking the beautiful Boulevard Murat.

After the boys departed, Mme Linyer and I found the platform where Bill was scheduled to arrive. I was impatiently fidgeting with excitement while the train slowly arrived and the passengers stepped off, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes. (common seriously… it’s Paris… wake up!!) Honestly though, I would be lethargic as well if I was forced to wake up at 5.00 in order to catch a train! But I finally spotted Bill in the crowd and I was off! I darted through the crowd, waving and thrilled to finally see them! After introductions and hugs galore, we talked at the station for about ten minutes. Mme Linyer left for the weekend, so she departed from the station, and the six of us began our day! Although the clouds covered the sky, the overcast weather did not damper our spirits! We first walked around Concord, then caught the Metro to Trocadero, where we were able to take a wonderful red-bus sightseeing tour of Paris! It really is a wonderful tour if one only has a day to visit the enormous city. We were able to see the Tour Eiffel, Champ de Mars, Musee du Louvre, Notre Dame Cathedral, Musee d’Orsay, Opera-Galeries Lafayette, Champs-Elysees and the Grand Palais. Pretty sufficient, eh? Actually, I was VERY blessed during the tour because Bill and I were able to have some wonderful and insightful conversations which I will always treasure! (sounds lame, but Bill, thank you for everything - all of your advice, your insights… greatest gift that I could receive!) We had a typical Parisian-style lunch at a café on the Champs-Elysees, as well as some shopping (seriously, fashion capital of the world, how could you not?) We then experience what I considered the BEST part of the visit (well, apart from the conversations!)… a boat ride on the Seine!!! I absolutely ADORED the ride! By this time, the sun was shining and the breeze was gently blowing through our hair. Something about the Seine… I cannot even describe… very relaxing and absolutely gorgeous (ok, the water is a slight nauseous green-color, but viewing the city from the water… pretty spectacular!) We learned valuable history about the different Parisian sites, as well as waved to a plethora of people as we crossed beneath each ornate and unique bridge. There were four or five different wedding receptions on boats on the Seine as well. Being that it is also referred to as the City of Love, I suppose that is acceptable! Hmm, not too shabby of an idea… just kidding mom and dad! But I really did enjoy learning the history behind many of the different bridges on the Seine!

After the bus tour, time forced us to end our day in Paris. We navigated our way back to Gare de Lyon and I reluctantly bid my glorious visitors goodbye. I was so thankful that they allowed me the opportunity to join them for the day… it really was a wonderful gift that I will always remember! Bill, thank you for the wonderful smiles, laughs, memories, insights and conversations!

Another week of learning ahead! I was able to purchase two (enormous) Cordon Bleu textbooks (cuisine and pastry). I will take those, as well as my glossary terms, to different places to study during the week when I do not have class (along the Seine, park near the Eiffel Tour, cafes). Thank you again for the encouraging notes! I will continue to update you upon my adventures!

All my love to each of you from Paris!
SB =)

ps- I have heard through the grapevine (aka mom and dad) that Ratatouille is a glorious movie! Perhaps I can find a little animal to help me cook also. We will just keep the entire sanitation issue under wraps hehe :)

It's a Small World After All...

Family and Friends,

Wow, I cannot even begin to tell you how fast time passes when you are having fun/ridiculously busy! Yesterday was quite an adventure! My roommate convinced me to join a group of friends to go to Disneyland Paris. Can I please begin to tell you the amount of pure elation in which we all experienced? Mom and I were trying to remember the last time that we had visited Disneyworld - perhaps 1993-1994? Regardless, too much time had elapsed since the last jovial visit with Mickey.

As a younger child, I had been enamored with the ride “It’s a Small World After All.” During our family ‘93 visit, for some reason the ride did not have a long wait. Utter joy in my eyes! Mom and I rode the ride, then immediately ran back to the nonexistent line in order to experience the ride again. This charade occurred an addition third and fourth time. However, as soon as the ride began to move during our fourth decent into the glittering musical land of harmony, I decided to be a lovely child and burst into tears and attempt to exit the ride. Oh wait… wait, that’s right… once the ride begins, there is no turning back. I am sure that mom was sitting there proudly as her daughter’s sobs coincided with the whimsical tunes of the dancing dolls. Oh the joys of parenthood! That being said, yesterday I promised my friends that not one tear would be shed if we were blessed in having the opportunity to see the dolls. I was also curious as to what I had been so enamored with as a child. Fortunately the line was not too long and I was able to see my true loves… glitter, jovial music, singing and DANCING. What a surprise, nothing has changed… still LOVED it! We were also able to ride Space Mountain (twice), Indiana Jones, Aerosmith roller coaster, and a plethora of other rides.

The tea cups were a riot… Alex is horrendously strong and was able to turn the tea cups with impressive force. Literally, everyone in the line was watching us as we departed from the scene - would we be able to stand after such formidable turning? Success! No one tripped or lost their cookies, but we did get some applause! Oh the joys of Disneyland Paris. Young and old, everyone is jovial - not a care in the world!

On Friday I went to see Alegria - Cirque du Soleil with several of my classmates. Needless to say, it was amazing. The performers were absolutely phenomenal. I loved to watch them excel in their performances - and to see the joy on their faces after a job well done! I also enjoyed our Metro ride! The Metro stopped on a dime - quite unexpectedly - and literally everyone (men and women) went flying! Everyone was chucking and I was apologizing to an older woman because I accidentally stepped on her foot. Somehow we began talking about Le Cordon Bleu and being and Paris, etc. The same at Disneyland. I was making friends with several of the employees behind the cash registers! Everyone is so encouraging when I practice my French skills. I love to learn, make mistakes, and improve because I love meeting new people and building new friendships! I know that the Lord has placed me out here in order to shine for Him and surrender to His will. The road is NOT easy, and can be quite discouraging when I succumb to temptations - but I absolutely must pick myself up, dust myself off, and continue to lean on Him for support, strength and encouragement! I am still dreadfully young and immature, but I am here to GROW and surrender my life into His hands. That is what I am working on right now - I am striving daily to practice what I believe - actions, actions, actions! Not easy, but well worth it! I cannot thank each of you enough for sending such kind and encouraging notes my way. Just knowing that you gave a little of your time in order to think of me, honestly - that is the most rewarding present that I can receive!

On Friday I also learned a valuable lesson in the kitchen - SALT! Unfortunately, I have zero experience with salt, pepper, really any seasoning in general! My leeks were too salty and my sauce was not salty enough. But I was able to learn from my failures! I need to continue to practice my “skills” (or lack there of as of now!) everyday. It can be frustrating always being the last to finish my dishes in class! However, I continue to try my best with a smile and encourage others as we fly through our practical challenges! I want so much to improve! Practice, practice, practice! Everyday is a new day. A new opportunity to live life, to encourage another, to learn from the past! Even though many of my fellow classmates and I do not necessarily share the same nationality, customs or values, we still respect and help each other. It truly is a small, small world! =)

All my love to each of you from Paris,
SB =)

And so it begins...

Family and Friends!

First of all, I am dreadfully sorry for the horrendous delay in time of sending my first note from Paris! It truly lives up to its nickname - The City of Light! The fast pace and high energy radiate from all Parisians - both young and old! (and quite honestly they have been nothing but nice; the stereotype of Parisians being annoyed with Americans has not been apparent in my eyes).

For those of you who do not know - Stephen, my oldest brother, is nine years older than me (makes you wonder… mistake? Just kidding, mom and dad!) Ten years ago, while in college, Eh Steve was truly Mr. Europe! He traveled abroad and became familiar with many European cities and cultures. While in France one summer, he lived with a Parisian family - M and Mme Linyer. The city of Paris is composed of twenty arrondissements. - each having their own "zip code," if you will. (75001, 75002... 75020 - you get the idea!) M and Mme Linyer live in 75016 - VERY nice and safe area of Paris. Since Eh Steve lived here, M Linyer has passed away, and the two sons have grown and gone (though they live in the city). When I was accepted into Le Cordon Bleu, I asked Mme Linyer if she could help me find an apartment or studio to live in while in Paris. Out of the kindness of her heart, she offered to allow me to stay with her. She continues to host students continually. When I first arrived, there were three students there already - Harvard, Yale and Oxford (the real Oxford, England… not Oxford, Ohio!) Since then, they have left and two more have arrived - from Baylor University. They will remain here for another three weeks, then another student will arrive at the end of August/beginning of September. Eclectic mix, no? I am living in the same room as Eh Steve, though after a through cleaning/cleansing/reorganizing process, as well as a touch of glitz, one could hardly question the fact that I have marked my territory. (yes mom and dad, I keep my bathroom clean also!) I love opening my window and being lulled asleep by the Parisian city sounds!

I arrived on May 23rd… a few weeks after graduation. I LOVED seeing family and friends for one last time at the party which we hosted to celebrated the glorious marriage of Eh Steve and Suz! It was such a wonderful time to visit - and Michael (my other brother) was able to come too!!! My classes did not begin until June 11th, so I had ample time to explore the city. During the first week, I literally walked around the entire city - becoming familiar (or at least trying to) with the streets/routes to school/city life in general. During the week before class, Ryan, one of my dad's partner's sons, came to visit Paris. His arrival was truly a gift from God! I was becoming slightly impatient for classes to being, but when Ry came, we were able to visit the "touristy" sites of Paris, as well as enjoying many laughs and pictures galore! The stories from his visit would clearly require a novel; an absolutely hilarious novel at that! I promise, I will spare you the details in order to prevent an obnoxiously long email! Several days later, my classes began (June 11, 2007!) I cannot even begin to describe how much I ADORE school! I am enrolled in Le Grand Diplome - basic, intermediate and superior levels of both cuisine and pastry. Classes involve both demos (the Chef will demonstrate a certain dish) and practicals (the students make the same dish in the kitchen). I LOVE all of my Chefs!!! As a student, one responds, "oui, Chef" ALWAYS. I clearly need the most help compared to all of my classmates, since I have ZERO experience in the kitchen, but I adore the challenges. Several of my Chefs have laughed about how I am constantly smiling while I cook (or at least attempt to make something relatively edible!) On my first day, we were cutting veggies and mine were… well, slightly large. Chef came over and I was grinning from ear to ear with my enormous cuts (ok, not enormous, but not nearly as small as they should be!) and he just chuckled because he knew how hard I am trying and how I am not getting discouraged. I LOVE IT! Everything is new, everything is challenging - all I can do is try my best and be happy with the result! The picture that I attached is with one of the younger Chefs. At Le Cordon Bleu, we have the normal panel of Chefs who teach classes. Sometimes the school brings in sous-chefs (normally younger) from Michelin-star rated restaurants (best of the best) of Paris. Chef helped me with the chicken, and the picture which I attached is the final result. I also slightly cut my finger and he helped me with the band-aid… I mean, granted, I want to cook my love into the food that I prepare, but I do not think that people would be too thrilled with the idea of literally me being in the food! I believe that you all would concur with this statement (at least, I would hope so!) But anyway, I am pictured in my uniform after a hot and intense three hour class - happy as a clam with the ending result! I typically have six or nine hour-long days at school, with an occasional three-hour day. I do not mind the hours or the work - it is terribly challenging, but I love it! I love communicating with the Chefs in French (thankfully I have been practicing my French like there's no tomorrow!) I adore meeting new people and improving my skills. And like I said before, Parisians have been nothing but kind! I appreciate the fact the my classes are taught in French because I am able to improve my comprehension daily. The basic and intermediate classes have translators (whom I adore also - as well as the administration and staff - I have fun making friends with everyone!) However, in my superior classes (which begin in six months), no translators are present. Though quite honestly now, God has blessed me in improving both my comprehension and ability to communicate at such a rapid speed. I forget that I am the one with the accent now, but I appreciate the fact that I am able to learn and improve my skills daily.

In my first week, I filed my first fish (difficult, but FUN!), cooked an entire chicken, made several types of sauces (very French), shortbread treats, rice, and learned many types of vegetable cuts. I am practicing like crazy when I come home at night, as well as reviewing my notes, studying the anatomy of animals and memorizing a glossary of MANY terms. I cannot complain. I am so grateful to be here at this time in my life - I am young (by far one of the youngest in my classes), learning how to cook, as well as living in a big city, growing and maturing (though young at heart is essential for life!) One can be young only once, but immature forever, no? The majority of students are Korean, with an occasional American and Canadian. I promise not to ramble on, but I did want to at least let everyone know that I am settled into my life here, and that I am really, truly loving everything. Yes, I know that there will be horribly discouraging days, but it is absolutely essential that I continue to try my best, smile, and encourage the other students, Chefs, and my "Parisian family." This is the reason why I am here! And I highly doubt that I will end up cutting my hair like Audrey Hepburn in the movie "Sabrina." (Actually, the movie poster is hanging on one of the walls at Le Cordon Bleu, seeing as that was the school in which Sabrina learns to cook!) But I promise to send updates and continue to take pictures! I apologize for the novel of an email - in the future I will try to send more pictures instead, since a picture does speak a thousand words!) I am also going to try and make a blog on the internet - I will send you the link (when I make one) and then you can check that as frequent (or infrequent!) as you please! Time for bed soon, as tomorrow will come soon! I am confident that tomorrow will prove to be a great day for a competition! (Suz, I could not resist!)

All my love to each of you from Paris,
SB =)