Rolling a baguette seems like second nature now, but I can remember my first time like it was yesterday. I had a master bread-maker teaching me, and I was utterly hopeless, fumbling around – I’d compare it to the first time you try to drive a stick shift, and stall the car every time. It wasn’t until I completed a stage (that’s the culinary term for unpaid work experience) in a bakery, rolling hundreds of baguettes in a single night, that I was able to hone my skills. It felt so good!