Ginger Pots de Crème

My first job in a Parisian restaurant was in a little place in Montmartre called Le Petit Robert, named after its diminutive owner. I got my foot in the door because a friend of mine, who had a job there washing dishes, went back to America for a month, and they needed a fill-in. I’d quickly scrub the dishes in a little sink in the back and then rush into the kitchen to watch the chef, ask questions, and in general make a pest of myself. When August rolled around and the kitchen staff went