"Bonjour!" chef Clemence Gossett says. Clint Capela's eyes nearly spring from his skull. "You're French!" the Rockets' 6-foot-10 Swiss center exclaims, before they jabber in their go-to tongue. He knew he'd be spending his day off in LA facing me in a bake-off at the Gourmandise School inside the Santa Monica Place mall -- it was his idea -- but he didn't know it would be with a real live French person in charge. Now he feels confident. "You will get destroyed," Capela tells me. "How about loser washes dishes?" I say, to which he replies: "Let's do it.
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