oh my. i can’t bear it. my long running cold-free winter has ended. I am suffering from what has to be the worst cold in all of mankind! Ugh. Or at least it appears to be that awful. Only one thing to do…eat the entire plate of chicken liver pate with truffles. And to wash is down: creamy onion soup from Pomme courtesy of the lovely cheesemonger. oh my heaven. thank god I haven’t lost the sense of taste yet.
I have just concluded my first reading of ‘My Life in France’. I am suprised by my feelings of sadness. I have always seen Julia Child as one of the founding fathers of cooking shows, but had no idea what her life entailed. I was unaware of the fact that she was 37 years of age when she began her cooking instruction at Le Cordon Blue, Paris. 37 years old! That is wonderful! I’m just 30….there is hope for me yet! Oh my stars! But the sadness is there….sad that there will be no more auto-biographies. I could read, read, read and read stories about her life. She was an amazing woman. How lucky her nephew was to have her.
Sidenote: I have just purchased Mastering the Art of French Cooking Vols. 1 & 2. I am going to start on page one and not stop until I am finished. Unlike the Julia/Julie project…I will not post my experiement. I will keep you all abreast of how it’s going…but only when it turns out edible.
My obsession with France continues. Next on my nightstand: The French Menu Cookbook by Richard Olney. Makes me want to call in sick to work.