A Hawaii transplant living it up on the East Coast for the past 15 years (Boston and Stamford, CT). I write about food, books, adventures in CT and NYC, products I love, the oxford comma, and my current project of growing a baby girl. But mostly I write about food... and my growing belly. Feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
May 2, 2010
I’ve decided to kill time with my commute by reading books, one per week (a la blog 52books style). So far so good, yet somehow I’ve fallen a little behind in posting my books. So here’s my book from 2 weeks ago: Julie & Julia - My Year of Cooking Dangerously.
Of course everyone’s probably heard about this book because of the blockbuster movie last year, but in case you haven’t: Julie Powell is a “government drone by day, renegade foodie by night. Risking her marriage, her job, and her cats’ well-being, she has signed on for a deranged assignment.” To cook all 524 recipes from Julia Child’s 1961 Mastering the Art of French Cooking, in the span of one year.
My thoughts? The book was hilarious, heart-warming, and although there were some recipes in Mastering the Art I will never want to try (e.g. taking a cleaver to a live lobster so it’s still moving when you hack into it), this book has endeared my to Julia Child and I am excited to someday attempt making the “perfect egg” or a crepe castle.
But the book wasn’t just about the author cooking her way through Mastering the Arts, she also included the trials and tribulations of her friends, frozen pipes in the outer boroughs, the Northeast blackout of 2003, and celebrity crushes. And I could definitely relate to crying over broken eggs and cooking all day and yet not being ready to serve food until after midnight. I’ve definitely been there.