When I told a lot of the people in my life I was going to culinary school, their first reaction was “Oh that’s awesome! Are you going to be like a French chef?”

Uhh….not so much. While any cooking school teaches techniques originated by the French, NGI rejects most of the mainstays of French haute cuisine, like butter, cream, copious animal products and refined sugar. That being said, we all know I still have a serious love for sugar and pretty desserts, so when I read a YumSugar article online last night listing various food documentaries, the film Kings of Pastry jumped out at me. Bonus: it was available on Netflix instant view!

Kings of Pastry follows three French chefs, one living in Chicago and two living in France, as they prepare to compete for the prestigious Meilleurs Ouvriers de France (best craftsman in France) pastry competition. The M.O.F. is bestowed upon only a handful of pastry geniuses, and contenders prepare for the competition for years. It’s like the Olympics of sugar- and I’m not exaggerating. Can you even imagine how much practice it takes to blog a sculpture like this out of sugar?!

What I really loved about the movie was that it took you through everything, from the preliminary preparations to the contest itself to the showcase to the winner announcements to the aftermath. You saw how hard each chef worked to perfect his presentation, and when someone’s sculpture would break, you were kind of heartbroken with them. It seemed like there was a ton of camaraderie among the chefs, too; multiple M.O.Fs can be awarded at each contest, so there wasn’t a sense of competition against anyone but oneself. The only caveat was that I wanted a some cream puffs to eat while I watched. There’s a lot of food porn in this!

While watching, I thought about the difference between French and American food culture. One of my favorite quotes of the film was when one of the chefs said “The idea in France is to eat the best possible on a daily basis but just in small quantities, so that your brain is happy every day. You don’t starve yourself and then you eat like a pig at the all-you-can-eat on Saturday night. That doesn’t exist. They don’t exist, the ‘all-you-can-eat’ in France.” Such a nice concept about your brain being happy every day, right? We’ve all heard about the “French paradox” of people eating rich foods and staying thin, but I think this movie was a great example of that. These chefs would spend hours preparing teensy little pastries, then even while just sampling their creation would sit down to eat half of one. There’s no sense of restriction, which I know from personal experience is so prevalent here and ultimately does, at least in my own opinion, lead to overeating. Food is art to them, whether it’s in the form of a salad for lunch or a massive sugar sculpture for the most prestigious pastry competition in the world.

What do you think of the “French paradox?” Do you think restriction leads to overeating? And what’s the most intense competition you’ve ever been in?