The Julie/Julia Project

Julie & JuliaI don't have a lot of memories of Julia Child. I always remember being aware of who she was but I don't remember her being really ingrained my life. We were more of a Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook type of household. I vaguely remember an interview she did with Goddess Lydia although the most I remember from that is that Julia Child did not approve of snacking (speaking of Goddess Lydia - anyone hear from her lately?).

I like this book. But then, I like books about people and food. Although I've discovered I'm not really fond of books about people and restaurants. I've put aside two books written by restaurant reviewers in the last month (Fork it over by Alan Richman and The man who ate Toronto by James Chatto). I like to read about the way that people interact with food, they way they react to food, the relationships they have with food. When you think about it, the relationship between humans and food is one of the oldest relationships that exist. Weird, isn't it? While restaurant reviews can be interesting, you just don't always get the same dynamic as people who write about food. You know what I mean right?

On one hand I'm convinced that Julie is completely nuts for attempting go to through every recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking, not to mention the fact that she did so in a year. On the other hand I find it oddly inspiring and it makes me almost want to do the same thing. But then there is that whole cooking for one thing. In theory I could do it with a cooking for one cookbook. But I've yet to find one where I really want to try more than a few recipes from, let alone all of them. And not even my cooking for one collection from the iVillage days would not work as um, there are a heck of a lot of recipes in there that yield more than a one or two servings (hmmm at some point I really need to ought to attempt Frannie's chocolate covered cherries, just cause I can, although I'll have to hoist them off on the guys cause I don't really do chocolate).

I had to laugh at Julie's bleaders (as she calls) worrying about her during the big New York (and Ontario) blackout. I knew nothing of it that day until I got a frantic call at my old office from my mother wanting to know if I had power. And then upon finding out that I did begged me not to take the Metro home. This despite the fact that I was in Quebec and Quebec has more hydro than God. I laughed at her. I argued with her. Then I promised I wouldn't. I lied. I took the Metro home and did not have a breakdown (electric or otherwise).

Anyway, this book amused and entertained me. As did the amount of swearing. And I learned something important. I never want to make, or eat, aspic.