Jacques Pépin couldn’t help himself: The buttercream frosting on his strawberry sheet cake looked too luscious. Slicing it for dozens of guests at his birthday party on Saturday, he stuck in his index finger, took a swipe and licked.
“Sorry,” he said, when his daughter, Claudine Pépin, caught him, and scolded with her eyes. (When she wasn’t looking, he did it again.)
