Today an "I tested for you" with my hands in the flour! It is not every day that one is invited to Mère Poulard and her sacrosanct omelette, a true institution of French gastronomy. But this time, eggs will only be in the lemon palets. Les palets de la Mère Poulard is, in a few words, the madeleine of Proust des Normands, 100% French, from resonant agriculture. Legend has it that Mother Poulard, upon the arrival of travellers at Mont-Saint-Michel, got into the habit of offering these sweet little treats to tired children. To rediscover this essential part of our now acidic childhood, I went to a workshop for a "pièce montée". Together with six other budding pastry cooks, we have the task of concocting a three-storey room to showcase this proverbial product. With the help of a professional (and patient) pastry chef, we learn step by step how to decorate our cakes with techniques similar to those of painting: we maroufle the sugar paste, we fold the decorative elements with flat tongs... But also a lot of delicacy for the die-cutting of the sugar paste flowers. The atmosphere is warm, the cakes are piling up, and soon we run out of decorative palets... they have all been devoured. At the end of this workshop, which is as gourmet as it is recreational, we all leave with our lemon masterpiece. On the way back, in the subway, the bulky cake attracts attention, tourists even stop to take a picture. And puck on the set piece, it is not only beautiful but also excellent!