French cooking

Frustratingly, I remembered another scene besides the following one when I woke up, but it faded before I started the post. Anyway, the scene I still remember is that, on a dark gray midmorning, I was going to a French class, the classroom having windows to the west, and there were a number of people I knew there too. I was cooking a savory breakfast in a pot, maybe containing a cheese sauce with ham or sausage, and possibly each other person was cooking something too.

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