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“This place is very beautiful. I never thought it would look so pleasing. From the outside, it looked … simple. For a minute I thought I was in the wrong place.” “Well, that’s why it’s called ne juge pa. Do not judge” A waitress came over. “Can I take your orders?” she asked. I picked up the menu and frowned. “Soupe ? l’oignon. Cassoulet. Rat- Ratatouille. Rat! They serve rats?” I whispered to Prince . He bit his bottom lips and smiled. “Two Coq au vin, the flamiche, salade nicoise, crepes, a fruit tart and chocolate souffle with a bottle of red wine” he says to the waitress. When she walked off, I spoke.

It has a sense of dystopia that I can't exactly describe, but it makes me feel so much more alive when I read it, and my mind feels clearer when I read Stephen Crane in general. The ratatouille is done in about an hour. I'm pretty sure the way I make it isn't the best or the right way, but I like it. Scooping some into a bowl, I grab a spoon and head to the back door where my water bottle and blanket are waiting. Somehow managing to pick those up, I open the door and walk to the table that is situated in the center of the porch. Sitting down at one of the chairs, I eat my meal in general silence. The only sound the wind in the grass, and waves on the beach, far below.

But after a day of finding the perfect dress and accessories, it felt right to indulge a little. We sat down at a table near the window, the ambiance cozy and elegant with soft lighting and classical music playing in the background. The waiter handed us menus, and we started browsing through the dishes, trying to decipher the French names. Cecil, of course, seemed more comfortable with it than I was. We decided to start with Ratatouille. Yes, like the movie. It's a vegetable stew made from zucchini, bell peppers, and eggplant, among other things. When the dish arrived, it looked like a colorful masterpiece on the plate.

"You've watched that cartoon movie about the little rat who can cook, right?" Joshua burst into laughter. "Oh, so that's why you want it? Because of that movie? You're craving it, huh? Alright then-let's go eat Ratatouille." Being a fan of animated films, Alexandra had long been curious about the dish. Joshua brought her to a cozy bistro known for its Ratatouille and other classic French meals. He didn't just order Ratatouille for Alexandra-he also added Confit de Canard and Soupe à l'Oignon.

Probably would be on her phone. My jaw tightened. "On her phone?" Yeah, texting Julien. She's been talking to him more lately. He's actually calling her instead of just texting back. Progress, right? Something cold settled in my stomach. Progress," I said, and the word tasted like ash. The kitchen smelled like rosemary and garlic. Camille had set the table on the terrace, the one with the view of the sea. She made ratatouille," Camille said, setting out plates. "And bread. And some kind of tart for dessert.”

I said. "First let's have dinner, I'm hell hungry!" She smoothly diverts the question, when the waiter comes to put our order. "Prendre Plaisir (enjoy)!" He said and went away, while we replied with small smiles and nods. We start heading our dinner in silence, a good one when I asked her to take a bite of Ratatouille but she refuses but I insist so she agrees. "Ummm... it tastes so good!" She moans as I thrust a bite of Ratatouille in her mouth.

A lot of people are watching us from the window outside, some of them are culinary students as well but they are higher level than us. “I can smell the air of France.” Lunan said while he’s pretending like he’s smelling something. I laughed out loud when he sang the french song, Le Festin, from Ratatouille. This event is very important since we are a candidate that has an opportunity to go to France. My professor instructed us that we only have 1 hour and 30 minutes to do the cooking. Lunan breathed heavily. I guess he is nervous, but I trust my partner really well. We can both do this.

I sat down with my plate of food and saw that Alec has sat down too with his plate and didn't even question my choice of film. "Oh, I'm so full" I exclaimed after finishing the plate that was full of food. I was finally in heaven. Food is heaven! Who needs men when you have food? "I'll take the plates and wash them whilst you can play another movie of your choice." I couldn't help but smile over the fact that I was able to pick another movie. I decided to settle on a classic of Ratatouille. It wasn't long after I had started the movie when Alec came back with a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream and some blankets. I couldn't wait and took the ice cream from him, sitting back down

I am trying not to stare at him. "This all looks delicious." Mr. Bradbury says but I don't look up. "Yeah. Aria is an amazing cook!" Maddy says, taking a bite. I made the Coq Au Vin, with a side of ratatouille and pommes persillade for the main course. Which is basically roasted chicken, potatoes and a side of veggies just in a very fancy version. I watch as Mr. Bradbury takes a bite. "Wow. This is amazing."

The cream sauce came next—reduced stock, heavy cream, a whisper of white wine—simmering low to thicken without breaking. Halfway through, the contestant next to me—a tall guy with a buzz cut and a tattoo of a whisk on his forearm—leaned over, wiping sweat from his brow. “Hey, you got any curry powder? Mine’s gone missing, and this tagine needs a kick.” I glanced up, my knife pausing mid-chop on a bell pepper. “Curry? For tagine—bold move. Yeah, here, take a pinch.” I slid my jar his way, and he grinned, relieved. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver. I’m Marco, by the way. First time here?” I nodded, stirring my ratatouille to let the tomatoes break down into a silky base. “Ava. Yeah, total newbie. Y