Sorry Honey, the Bachelor Wanted the Cheesecake
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A/N: Thank you for your reviews and comments. Here's the next chapter and I hope you enjoy. Oh, have any of you ever tried coffee cake?
This chapter has a few French words. If you want to know, some of them just ask in your review. But they're sooooo obvious so I'm sure you'll know what it means.
I want you to know that these recipes are from my personal collection and from my families stored files. We're all cooking and baking people you see. All these recipes have been passed down from generation to generation and they have great sentimental value to me. So I appreciate the fact that a lot of you actually take the time to try them. I'm eternally grateful.
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Warning: threats of castration and very concerned brothers!
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Chapter three: Sakura
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Sakura's Lure-Him-In Cinnamon Pecan Coffee Cake
2 cups flour
¾ plus 2 tablespoons sugar (the 2 tablespoons of sugar placed in a separate bowl)
1-tablespoon baking powder
½-teaspoon salt
½-cup butter
1-teaspoon cinnamon
1-large egg, beaten
¾-cup milk
2 tablespoons butter, melted
4-tablespoos chopped pecans
I know he's trying to get your attention, and shame on you for not expecting that from a testosterone—powered male. How can you not foresee that when all you do is show off that bosom of yours? Honestly. Be grateful I am generous enough to give you this advice to distract him, girl. If he can't get distracted by this then...that's not my problem...I'm kidding. No need to get all stirred-up. This is sure-fire. Start by preheating the oven to 35o and grease a 9-inch square baking pan. Set that aside. In a medium bowl, combine flour, ¾-cup sugar, baking powder, butter and salt. Using a pastry cutter or two knives, cut butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.
It looks delicious already, doesn't it? Going back to business, put ½ cup of the blend in a small bowl, stir in 2 tablespoons sugar and cinnamon and set it aside. Now, I don't want you sneaking off staring at that bachelor, got it? I knew the attention-seeking virus was in you. You like the attention don't 'cha? You're hopeless.
Without spilling, falling or getting yourself distracted by his cocky grin, stir the egg and milk into remaining flour mixture. Take the greased baking pan and spoon the batter in, smoothing the top after all of the batter is in it. Pour melted butter over the surface and sprinkle reserved crumb mixture evenly on top. Bake cake until when a toothpick is inserted in the center comes out clean: About 35 minutes. Just enough time to share it over a cup of coffee to make sure it whacks his ego down a couple notches.
As they made their way to the hotel lobby, Sasuke quickly learned a few things about Haruno Sakura: One was that she hated being taken cared for: A very independent woman. The whole time they walked through the elevator and through the lobby, she rejected his offers for a ride in any one of his cars and insisted that they ride in her three-year-old, almost beaten up Volkswagen. When he tried to open the door for her, she didn't notice him and just got in, started the car and—finally noticing him in front of her car door—gave him a blank stare. "Are you going to get in the car or you're going to jog behind it?"
And like a fish out of water: his lips opened and closed a couple times, trying to find the right words. "Well?"
There were another two things he found out about her: Her independence is battled only by her impatience and that she was able to make him speechless. "I..." Was all he could say before he got in the car.
This proved that she wasn't like other women. Most women needed her knight and shining armor, but Sasuke suspected that she would probably knock the poor guy off the horse, steal it and make a run for it. Yup, he would bet half his fortune on that.
Exactly the second Sakura heard the distinctive 'click' of his seatbelt: she floored it. She went faster than a K1 racer: making sharp turns and getting out of the parking lot faster than Naruto could finish a bowl of ramen. Sasuke learned now that every second he spent with her, his blood pressure grew higher for a couple of reasons. Usually it would be of arousal...now he was just scared out of his balls.
"Wana take it slow, honey?" He gripped the dash as she made another sharp turn. "You'll kill somebody. Namely Us." At that, she tossed him wild grin and—if possible—increased the speed of the vehicle even more. "Why do you think my insurance rates are so high?" She saw his face pale and she laughed. And just to spite him, she went even faster. He went as white as a sheet of paper. Her grin widened. "Relax, Uchiha. I'm just kidding." She laughed even more, throaty and full of joy. That's when she finally slowed down. "You can relax now, don't worry, I'll go slower."
Note to self, no matter how hot a woman is, you never let her drive. His grip lessened slightly and turned to her. "Why are you in such a big rush anyway?" She turned the flicker on as they turned left right as the light turned red. The other cars were not so happy about it.
"I told you already. I only have you for twenty-four hours. I don't intend on wasting twenty-three of them in traffic."
"Eager little creature, aren't you?"
She sent him a brief show of her pearly-whites, this time with a hint of tease in her eyes before turning her attention to the road. Sasuke had no idea as to why this woman wanted him so badly. Whatever it was, Sasuke was sure it was obviously linked to that stupid title Konoha Mega gave him. The only goddamn reason he allowed to that interview was because of his father. He told him it was a stupid idea, one that would only attract more attention on him. Sasuke thought his father wanted anything but that. Well he hoped. But sad to say, both his father and his grandfather found it credible and told him to go and do that interview. Said something about how he doing this would bring some 'oomph' to the family hotel-chain. As Sasuke recalled, he specifically said that the hotels needed some sex appeal.
Sasuke shivered at the thought. He didn't wan to think further. "So Uchiha—"
"Sasuke. No need for formalities, Ms. Haruno." He corrected and smirked at her.
"Sakura." She countered, returning his smirk with an innocent smile. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask, what kind of stamina do you have, Sasuke?"
Said man raised his eyebrows. "Stamina?" He smirked, a familiar glint present in his obsidian eyes. "Well your just right to the point aren't you? No wallowing around the bush—"
"Oh, God. What made you think I was preordaining sex?" She let out an exasperated sigh as she made another turn. When the light ahead turned red, she let out another gust. "Just 'because your rich and gorgeous and all those other crappy cliché sayings, doesn't mean that every girl in Japan wants you in bed."
"Hmm, maybe. But not just any woman in Japan would pay nearly six hundred and fifty yen an hour for me, either." He made a grab for the dash again as she made yet another fast turn. Sasuke turned to her with a questioning glace. "Why did you buy me anyway?"
"You'll see."
Sasuke could see the headlines now: UCHIHA HEIR DIES FROM CAR CRASH. BODY FOUND WITH CRAZY—
That's when Sasuke noticed that he knew barely anything about the woman right next to him. Sure, he knew her name and that she should never be allowed to drive the streets of Japan ever again—unless the K1 would allow female drivers for a change. Who was Haruno Sakura anyway? Thoughts flooded in his head: A few was that she was some rapist or serial killer, a spy from a rival hotel or maybe he was being punked. Yeah, she'd be a great actor for that show. But since that show was only taped in the US, he found that quite unlikely. "Who are you anyway?"
"I already told you my name." Oh, this woman was made of steel. You'd think she was playing good cop-bad cop with him.
He snorted.
"Well that's little to go on. I need a little more information than that. I know more than that about the people who stay in my hotels."
When she heard that, she laughed. He noticed that the car went slower, at least to a legal speed. Maybe somehow humor sedates her. Another interesting tidbit he'd keep in mind.
"I won't give you my measurements or my credit card number, but I'll tell you that I am single, twenty-four-years-old and that I've never had a driving ticket in my life." Mental note: Teach myself to lie to hot guys better. Or to lie period.
It was his turn to laugh. Never had a driving ticket? "That's surprising. No offense to your driving skills, of course. But may I ask, how did you manage to pull that off?"
She gave him another grin. "All of the cops that pull me over are male. I give them the 'I'm so sorry, officer. I didn't know where I was going and I panicked. I'm sorry...' speech. Combine that with the puppy eyes and pout and you're free to go. I don't know, somehow they believe me." He laughed again, mainly because of the way she said the excuse. Pretending to be all-innocent and modest. It was cute on her. "I have a feeling you know a lot about me already. Do I still need to share?"
"Oh, please Uchiha. I know—"
"Sasuke."
"Fine. Sasuke. I know you like the back of my hand. I always do my research before making an investment. A policy of mine, you could say."
He nodded. "That's thinking responsibly. Most people I know just spend, spend, spend."
"Well, I have to think responsibly. Not all people have as much money to spend as you do."
Sasuke felt her slipping. The conversation just turned tables now. "I'm guessing that's a smear on my wealth."
She shrugged. "Hey, if the dollar sign fits."
"I take it your not from a wealthy family then."
Sakura gave an unladylike snort. "Gee, what gave it away? The fact that I am lacking the skimpy dresses your friend, Sumi Takawara designs? The heavy one-ton diamonds? Or maybe the Volkswagen I'm still making payments for? " She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But it wasn't directed at him. It was for the people like him. The people who never had to worry about anything financial as long as they had a personal assistant. He'd only run into that kind of attitude a few times in his life. And it still scared him a little, though he won't admit it. Sasuke knew now that that was the reason why his kind stuck together like they did; it was so they wouldn't be trampled like ants under a stampede of elephants. Helpless little ants.
But then again, how could he explain being handed something he hadn't asked for, hadn't earned? But sure as hell wouldn't turn down?
He may be rich, but he's not stupid.
"You know," He faced her, his dark eyes scanning her. "I have never put down the way you looked or the car you drive."
Sasuke heard her sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'm just pissed because all my life, I worked for every single piece of yen I earned. And you—well people like you...just…you just...just—"
"Didn't." He simply put.
Sakura shrugged, again. Her long hair was in curls tonight, she had to look good after all. When she moved, the curls bounced enthusiastically. She found that quite amusing actually. "Anyway, let's not get into the 'I'm not rich and you are' discussion. I am in no mood to change social ranking in the next twenty-four hours."
Sasuke grinned. "Sad. I was hoping we'd do that. It sounds so much more appealing than dinner and cocktails."
She laughed again, God he liked her laugh. It was just so throaty and full. It told Sasuke that whatever Sakura did, it was done with passion.
Passion. Suddenly, Sasuke felt the deep sting of envy run through him. He was never given the opportunity to unleash his passion. It was always what his father or the Uchiha elders wants for his life. If he were to rebel or at least try to, they had always given him the threat. It was always 'do what we want and we'll give you the inheritance' method. He felt trapped. Like a bird in a tiny cage. However, he knew he needed that money. He did not know how to live any other way aside from being wealthy. Therefore, he gave up what he wanted, what he felt he needed to do.
Sasuke sighed. No need to be all bratty, He was going to get the money and, if he was lucky, he may be able to stand, finally on his own feet.
"Don't give me bull Sasuke." She said. "You thought we'd rush to my apartment and have wild, kinky sex all night. And again in the morning." Sakura grinned.
There was no point in sulking. Instead, Sasuke grinned back. "Well after we changed society, of course. I figured we'd need to blow off some steam after."
"Uh-huh. For a playboy, you're a bad liar, Sasuke."
She slowed the car and parked along Konoha's eatery street. Sasuke looked out the window to see a large sign that was a light khaki. The letters on the sign said "Pâtisserie" in a sort of light navy blue. The name was also written on the shop's right front window in gold hand-written script calligraphy. His gaze traveled to the store next door. It was decorated to accommodate Valentine's Day, which was happening the following week. It was too decorated for Sasuke's taste. In addition, he found that particularly overrated.
Though it was nighttime, Sasuke could see the interior of the shop. And a hanging sign that said: Open from 9 am to 5 pm, hung on the glass door. "This isn't your apartment."
"No, but I might as well live here." She turned off the car and got out. Once again, not waiting for his help. Why even bother trying?
There was a streetlight beside the car and under it made the image of Sakura, him and the bakery—not to mention the thought of being alone with her—vanish from Sasuke's thoughts: a man.
He was tall, about the same height as he; he wore faded jeans and a blue-black windbreaker. Since his head was down he couldn't see much of his face, his brown hair covered his eyes. When Sakura stepped on the sidewalk, the man jerked forward and grabbed her arm. In Sasuke's surprise, she didn't mind.
"Where the hell have you been?" he said.
"I was buying a man."
"You did what?!"
"I know you're not deaf. You heard what I said. Don't make me repeat it."
Sakura thumbed the car remote and pressed the 'lock' button. She jerked her hand free form his grip and rummaged through her bag to find the store keys. As she opened the steel gate, she tossed Sasuke a look that told him to follow. He cased an amused glance at Mr.bewildered's face and followed the young woman.
She pulled out another key as she opened the shop's door. The scent of homemade sweets filled Sasuke's senses. The scent of it: Chocolate, cinnamon and all those goodies were enough to make his mouth water. As sweet as the aroma's around them, the other guy's face did not change for the better, in fact, in turned a full 180. He looked irritated and infuriated. Sasuke could see his face now; he had grey-blue eyes—eyes that were ready for an argument. He looked about the same age as himself, maybe older. But Sasuke couldn't help but wonder...
What was he to her? A boyfriend? Brother? (Sasuke found that not likely, they looked nothing alike.) Husband? No, no, no, no. NO. She didn't even wear a ring, she couldn't be married. And didn't she say she was single??? So this guy was obviously not her husband.
Sakura was about to enter herself, but the man grabbed her arm once again. "Sak, you can't just buy a man."
She smirked at him, her green eyes sparkling. "I can and did." She turned to Sasuke. "Didn't I?"
He nodded. "Just like those servants you buy in the old days. But with way more money and only for a limited time." Sasuke grinned at Sakura, just to annoy the poor sap. Judging from his possessive attitude, he was either the boyfriend or maybe her ex. If Sakura was his girlfriend, Sasuke thought. She wouldn't be going anywhere near any eligible bachelor or auction's involving bachelors or bachelors at all. But if this guy was her boyfriend...he must be really horrible in the sack. Or really rude.
The man stared at him, more like glared. "Who are you anyway?" He walked a few steps towards him, releasing Sakura's arm, his glare intensifying. This move would've been intimidating...if they were roosters. Sasuke just smirked and held out a hand. "Uchiha Sasuke."
Sasuke watched, in utter splendor how the man's jaw went up, down and closed. Heh, being famous had its perks sometimes. Just to see the look on his face gave his ego such a big boost.
The man turned to Sakura. "You bought a millionaire???"
Sakura grinned. "Multi-millionaire, honey. As in more than one."
Mr. Bewildered took a step behind, looking even more...bewildered. Sasuke smirked, now he knew why he liked being rich. Looks like the best rooster was left in the ring.
"Kein, I've told you this ever since I was five," Sakura said walking next to him. "I do what I want in my life; you have no say in it unless I ask for it."
Sasuke's eyes widened slightly. Since she was five? Had she been dating that early? She walked to the kitchen and the familiar sound of the glass door closing meant she was done with him—with both of them.
Sasuke stared at Kein.
Kein stared at Sasuke.
Silence.
They shrugged and took their argument inside. Where the pretty lady was, after all.
Hey, they may be men but they weren't retards.
As the men stepped inside, the scents of Sakura's shop engulfed him even more. It took him back nineteen, twenty years to when he was about eight-years-old. It was summer; he remembered that trip so vividly. His mother and he spent the whole summer together. Playing games and doing things together. She always smiled then. Sasuke smiled sadly—in the inside of course—remembering her bright and cheery smile. He also remembered the afternoon's she'd make sweets for him. There were so many: apple pie, pecan tarts—one of his weaknesses—cheesecake, homemade ice cream—his personal favorite—and many others. How he loved her.
But of course, things changed over the years. His father became an alcoholic and was more distant to his mother, causing her depression. Sasuke knew that his father loved her, but the man had absolutely no romantic bone in his middle-aged body.
Sasuke smiled, he knew his father was trying. And he also knew it was wise not to worry about his family status when he wasn't alone.
He heard 'Kein' sigh. "I'm only worrying about you, Sak."
She didn't reply. Instead, she walked to a corner and switched the lights on. Bathing the room in a golden-yellow light. It wasn't only the smell but even the interior of the place was homey. Full of warm bright colors, not exactly eastern with the exception of a few contemporary western furniture. In a way, the décor was almost 'French café'. The kind you see with the Eiffel tower in the background. There were large pictures of delicious desserts on the walls. Sasuke brought a hand to the side of his lips to make sure he wasn't drooling. He had a strong feeling that Sakura made them herself.
His gaze traveled to the counter, where even more desserts were displayed. Some were in glass jars, cake stands and there was a see-through door refrigerator with the most appealing of cakes. Sasuke could see that this space suited Sakura. That this space was—
"Sakura, if you're not going to answer me, then please tell them you're alright." Oh, right. Mr. Bewildered was still here. Damn.
He turned to the two, watched Sakura sigh, and dropped her head a little. "Yeah, I will." She said, her back facing both of them as she rummaged through the drawer behind the front counter. Her voice sounded as if she wasn't even listening.
Kein sighed. Why was he even trying? "Fine. If that's all done, my work is finished. He fixed his coat and sent Sasuke a glance. "Though as to why you bought a man—"
"Hey, you don't care what I but in the thrift shops I go to, why should you care about what I buy at auctions? Don't think of this as me buying a man, think of this as a larger purchase. Like a Gucci bag or something of the sort." Sakura grinned. "And plus, I don't but in your life."
"This is different. I don't screw up mine."
She arched an eyebrow. "You got robbed thrice this week, you have a job you hate and I know you haven't gotten laid for more than a year."
Sasuke let out a low whistle, walked over to Kein and slung an arm around his shoulder. "I think you should get out while you still can. By the looks of it, she's going in for the kill if you continue."
Kein chuckled and grinned. "You know her well already."
Sasuke grinned back. "She drove on the way here."
Kein's laugh echoed throughout the room. It was stronger now; it proved as a détente between the two men. They were now both members of an atypical club—the only two people who survived a car ride with Sakura. Even the rest of Sakura's friends and family didn't dare ride her car with her behind the wheel. "She gives the Konoha police a run for it's money." He said, still laughing.
"I do not, Kein." She said pouting. "You know very well I haven't once been given a ticket."
Kein gave her a look. "Not once?"
"Not for driving." Sakura walked over to the coffee machine and flipped the switch.
Kein snorted. "Uh-huh. I'm your brother Sakura, you can't lie to me."
Brother. Kein was her brother. How could that be?? They looked nothing alike. He shrugged mentally. Genetics wasn't his favorite subject anyway.
Suddenly, Kein's phone rang. He turned to Sakura. "That's probably Subei," He walked over and offered her the phone. "Take it. He's been worried sick about you."
Now there's another guy? No, no, Sasuke. There isn't any boyfriend. It's just probably another brother. Yeah. That's it. A brother.
She looked at the phone then her brother, thought about it and nodded, taking the phone. "Hello? Subei?" Sakura looked at Kein and walked in the kitchen, taking the call.
It was a relief, really, to know that Kein was just a brother. Though, he didn't know why he felt so relieved. Sure Sasuke was attracted and he sure wanted to sleep with her but...to be this relieved was scary. To—
"Are you really Uchiha Sasuke?" Said man turned to Kein, raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Why?"
He saw Kein shake his head and just stare at the kitchen door. Suddenly, the front door opened and there was another guy. He was flushed and panting deep breaths. As Sasuke narrowed his eyes, he noticed similarities between him and Kein; he had brown hair also but this time his eyes were a gray-green. He looked a little older than he did as well. Sasuke guessed that he was probably another brother. Dang, how many brothers does she have?
"Daisuke." Kein said simply, walking to the guy.
"Is—pant—she okay—pant—?"
Kein nodded. "Yeah, she's okay. Apparently, she just..." He turned to Sasuke and back to Daisuke. "Bought a business purchase, as she would say."
Sasuke felt Daisuke's stare. "Who is he?"
"Uchiha Sasuke." Again, the same reaction happened to Daisuke when Sakura told Kein his name.
"Fine, fine. Yes...no...I'm sure..." Sakura said, walking out of the kitchen holding a tray with a couple of coffee mugs. When she looked up she nearly dropped the tray, if Kein didn't balance her. "Daisuke! What in the world are you doing here??"
Daisuke straightened and ran a hand on his forehead. "Mom sent me. She wanted to make sure you weren't getting raped in an alley."
They all sweat dropped. However, he continued...with strangely, a very serious face. "After she called Kein, she wanted me to look around the whole city for you, just in case. And if you were raped, I was ordered to castrate whoever was your rapist. She said she wants you to call her if I ever find you."
Sakura sweat dropped again. "Yeah, I'll call her later. I'll even make calls to go over to the house for the weekend,—" She put in while raising her hand to block her brothers' questions. "—soon. Now why don't you all go back and leave me and Sasuke to discuss what I need him for, hmm?"
She turned to Kein. "Especially you. I bet Pon-pon is hungry."
Kein glared. "His name is Touya. My dog's name is Touya."
"Yes, I know. But, we both know he likes Pon-pon better."
"Yes, I know. But, what you don't know is that it doesn't matter. As long as I have dog food in my house, he'll beg to be called Touya."
Sakura laughed. Rich and sweet, just like the Danishes Sasuke has been eyeing on the front counter. For a second, Sasuke wished his life were like this. He wished for the casual teasing...the closeness and the love you could feel from the two. But he knew people like him don't make jokes and tease with their siblings and family. It just wasn't like that.
Except maybe with his mother and he. And obviously, Sai and Naruto, but they don't count. They were his friends, not his family. And that was expectant from friends, anyway. Sasuke shook his head; he was probably just experiencing food poisoning from the auction's crappy champagne. His stomach always reacted badly to crappy food. It wasn't as if he saw Sakura and her shop and suddenly wished for that...he just wished things were a little more welcoming in his world.
He sighed. No use trying when you know it's a stupid thing to do. That was just the way his life went, plain and simple. Now that he imagined it, he couldn't see his family that close to each other.
Sasuke shook his head from his thoughts as he watched Sakura continue having friendly arguments with her brothers while walking them to the door. She gave both of them big bear hugs and bid her farewell.
Kein turned to Sasuke and held out a hand. "Nice meeting you." Sasuke nodded and shook Daisuke's hand. Though he had a feeling that both of them didn't trust him with their sister. Despite the fact that she owned him.
"Even with the reputation the press has given me, I assure you, I am a pretty decent guy." Sasuke said.
Both Kein and Daisuke gave him the 'uh-huh, whatever' nod. "Don't try to kid us. We know how to speak our language. We're guys too." Kein said pressing the brass handle and leaving the shop. Daisuke was just about to follow when he turned to Sakura. "Hey, Sak?"
Sakura looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Just remember, even wolf wear gentleman's clothing." The door shut, leaving Daisuke's tidbit running through his head, probably both of theirs. So did that mean that the urge of pressing Sakura against that glass wall to kiss her was totally out of the question? To taste those lips that teased him when they were moving and tortured him when they didn't? Yes, yes it was.
Sakura turned to him, almost skipping. "So this is my shop!"
He stared at her. Now she's all smiles and laughs? "Yes," He nodded. "It is."
"My sister, Yaomi, works here too. We've been open for almost a year now."
Sasuke nodded again. "I see."
"Why don't we discuss what I have planned for you over some coffee and cake? I know you've been eyeing my Danishes since you got in here." This time, she did skip, getting the tray and the coffee pot, she set them down on a near by table. Pouring him some coffee, she looked at him, a big smile plastered on her face. "Cream and sugar?"
Sasuke blinked and sat down opposite her. "Do you want help? I can—"
"Oh don't be all polite just 'cause my brothers think you're going to rape me."
He raised an eyebrow, smirked. "What do you want me to do then? Lay you on the table and ravage you?"
Sakura couldn't help but laugh. She handed him his coffee and sat down, making herself a cup. "That's an idea." She gave a grin.
"If only I wasn't afraid of being castrated." He said shaking his head.
Sakura gave a smile and sipped her coffee. Remembering her motive with the man in front of her, she set down her mug. "Getting to serious matters, I want to discuss with you the reason I bought you."
To be continued...
Preview of the next chapter: Sai and Naruto
Something told Sasuke that he wasn't just going in the back room and baking—nope. Something told him it was something his father, his grandfather and all of his ancestors will not like. Nope, not one bit. Something told Sasuke that this would bring nothing but trouble to his name. The Uchiha name.
He felt his heart rate quicken. There was a feeling in his gut, this was the second time he had felt this feeling today, the feeling that said 'NEVER, under any circumstances, let Sakura drive.'
A/N: Haaaaayyyyyy!!!!! Chapter ended!
Thank you for reading and please review. But for those who don't want to, thank you for putting hits in my story anyway. And thanks for those who put my story in their c2's, their favorites and their alert lists. Thank you all.
A few last words, may mga pinaydiyan?? I want to hear form you! And does anybody know any good culinary schools out there? Aspiring pastry chef here! (though I know that I'll be in college in four years...I'm a freshie people.)
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