the last 20 hours has seen me wearing an apron and rolling out pastry dough in an effort to make chocolate croissants. finally, FINALLY, they’re cooked and i got to try one. disgusting! like seriously gross. godDAMMIT!
WHY did the recipe call for bittersweet chocolate when so obviously it should have been milk. or at least semi-sweet? why didn’t i follow my instinct and ignore the recipe? grump grump grump. now i have a dozen nasty croissants and a wasted 20 hours*.
*clarification: at least nine of those hours were spent sleeping. and that is not one of my croissants.
Keep trying. It’s important that you get this down before you move somewhere far away from me and I never get homemade croissants.
Why do we fall, sir? So that we might better learn to pick ourselves up.
In order to succeed, you’ll have to become what the croissants fear most…