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It’s important to be yourself because the MOF competition is a picture of you and your ability. If there are too many people who influence your work, it’s no longer you.

Philippe Urraca, President of the Meilleurs ouvriers de France Pâtissier, in “Kings of Pastry”

It’s hard to stick with your gut when you’re an artist, especially when being the best at your craft means getting judged — formally or informally — by others. 

I liked this documentary about the pastry chefs competing for the MOF title. It’s all about perfection and passion in your craft, and the sometimes strange traditions we use to recognize them. Also, if you aren’t heartbroken when the sugar sculpture breaks (because a sugar piece always breaks in these events), then something’s very wrong with you. 


Daria: So it turns out that my life up til now has been a sham. I can’t write. I can’t produce a simple story.
Jane: Wow, Daria. I never figured you for a lack of imagination.
Daria: I have imagination. I can come up with all sorts of ideas, but none of them feels true.
Jane: Well, what’s your definition of “true”?
Daria: Something that says something.
Jane: What? Anything?
Daria: No, something. About something.
Jane: Let me get this straight: you’re telling me you want to write something, not just anything, that says something about something.
Daria: Right.
Jane: Gee. Who’d ever believe you’re having trouble communicating?

Daria, “Write Where It Hurts”

Yes, I’m watching through Daria again. It’s still wonderful. 

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Occasional eavesdropping is the best part of working at a coffee joint. Right now, there’s a woman relating a peculiarly sad family history behind me. She’s told her companion about how her father dropped dead and her mother got cancer. It’s also a story about religion, about Judaism. Being Jewish has been a key thread through her life. It helped form her identity as a young woman when hers was the only Jewish family in her suburban town. And now she works for an organization related to Jewish culture. 

I love how willing most people are to tell everything about themselves. I have no idea how close a friend her companion is; I’d guess not very since she doesn’t know the family history. Maybe it’s a work friend, maybe an old schoolmate, maybe a lady from the same synagogue. But whatever the relationship is, this woman is totally at ease sharing her life story, her personal ties, her tragedies, her successes. I can’t see her and I don’t know her name, but I’m fascinated by what she’s saying. Clearly her companion is too, she keeps asking the pertinent questions to keep her talking. 

There are stories everywhere. You can learn about spiritual identity and god in the cafe around the corner if you’re there at the right time and place. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to my work and my theology lesson.