I hadn’t made pastry chef yet, but in my mind I had always been a hero—or could be in a crisis. As a kid, I often fantasized about whipping up soufflés au chocolat fit for kings while at the same time battling the evil minions of Darth Vader. Now reality set in. These violent lunatics would eat Darth Vader in a pita pocket and pick their teeth with his light saber.
