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She was also dressed in chef’s clothes but rather than white, they were black with some beautiful white lettering stitched on her jacket.

    Well, you have to agree with that, thought EJ.
    Bonjour tout le monde! I am Madame Ombre,the great, if I may say so myself—the truly great chocolate baker. Welcome mes petites Choc Chefs, welcome to the Junior Choc Chef final. You are all very lucky to be here, are you not?
    Some luckier than others, thought EJ, who was wondering how she was going to pull off pretending she could cook.
    â€˜As you all know, my signature cake is the exquisite Triple Chocolate Ripple and Choc-chip Mousse Cupcake. We will commence with each of you telling me about the cake that got you to the Junior Choc Chef finals.’
    EJ gulped as Madame Ombre made her way down the line of contestants. She had to think quickly.
    â€˜I prepared a white and dark chocolate soufflé,’ declared one girl proudly.
    â€˜I created chocolate éclairs with white chocolate cream,’ said another, beaming.
    Gee whizz, lemonfizz, thought EJ, doesn’t anyone here just cook simple cakes? I will be lucky to make it to the kitchen let alone the grand final. I can hardly say that I created lumpy mixture that oozed all over the oven! But I’d better come up with something.
    â€˜I made a chocolate mousse tart with triple chocolate curls,’ said the girl next to EJ.
    â€˜And you,’ said Madame Ombre looking at EJ over the top of her glasses. ‘What was your winning chocolate creation?’
    â€˜I made Chocolate Surprise,’ said EJ, trying to sound as confident as the other contestants.
    â€˜Hmm, Chocolate Surprise, I do not know this one,’ said Madame Ombre. ‘Tell me...’
    Ring!
    â€˜Ah, the bell!’ exclaimed Madame Ombre.
    EJ swallowed. A very loud bell had saved her, for now anyway. That was close.
    Madame Ombre waved her hand. ‘Enough chitty chatty. We will now enter my bakery. I will first give you a petite tour and then we go to my master kitchen where the competition will commence. Don’t dawdle!’
    Excellent, a tour, thought EJ. The perfect opportunity to look around the bakery and see what I can find out.

    â€˜Come along, keep up,’ cried Madame Ombre. With long strides she led the ten contestants through the gates and up the steps of the bakery. It was difficult to keep up with her. They entered a long corridor and already there was a warm, sweet smell in the air. ‘First stop, the chocolate room,’ cried Madame Ombre.
    That got everyone moving, and the contestants almost ran after Madame Ombre until she stopped outside a door.

    â€˜Here is where the chocolate for my cakes is prepared and stored,’ said Madame Ombre. She opened the door to reveal three enormous chocolate fountains, one flowing with white chocolate, one with milk chocolate and one with dark chocolate. In each fountain, chocolate cascaded down three tiers before falling into a large vat that swirled the chocolate around and around. There was a little gold tap on the side of each vat.
    â€˜The fountain keeps the chocolate moving, making it light and fluffy,’ explained Madame Ombre. ‘Here, you may try,’ and she took some plastic cups and filled them with a little of the milk chocolate before passing one to each contestant.
    Trying to look professional, EJ took a sip. It was the smoothest, creamiest chocolate she had ever tasted. It was more than delicious. It was so good that she couldn’t help drinking the rest down in a few gulps.
    â€˜C’est magnifique, non?’ said Madame Ombre. ‘And no lumps. I can’t have lumps, I detest lumps. I need lightness and lightness only in my chocolatecakes and for my chocolate icing. But let us keep moving. No chitty chatty, quick, quick.’
    And with that EJ and the group reluctantly left the chocolate room and walked back into and down the corridor until they arrived at another