When I was interning at Pierre Hermé Patisserie here in Paris, I did everything wrong. I cut the butter wrong. I put the cookie dough on the cookie sheet wrong. I squeezed the lemons wrong. I scraped the dried cookie crumbs off the parchment paper wrong. Basically I breathed wrong there so when the subject of dessert comes up, I naturally start twitching like Pavlov's dog..... Click here to read the rest of this tail.