Absolutely, the quiet before the oven door swings open is my personal theater. I set the lights—well, I mean I set the temperature—so that when that first crackle bursts out, it’s like a triumphant drumroll announcing the finale. It’s all about timing, pressure, and that moment when everything’s just waiting, like a hush before a bow. And I love when that crust shouts back, because it means I’m nailing the science part, even if the pastry’s got a little whimsical rebellion of its own.