When I was in High School, I would bring cakes to class to celebrate classmates’ birthdays. I also baked hundreds of cupcakes for the school’s Christmas bazaar run by Mademoiselle J., our homeroom teacher. Mademoiselle J. had a vision for my future; I would open a Tea Room, pink would be the prevailing color and the waitresses would wear long dresses with poofy sleeves (it was, after all, the ‘70s). Of course Mademoiselle J. had a name picked out for the Tea Room; you guessed it, Chez Stéphanie! Mademoiselle J. must have still had that in mind when she sent me a wedding present years later; an apron and a serving tray that I still have today.