Quote from the magnificent Julia Child; image from bookishfreaks.com
Tonight, I ruined a chocolate pavé. Sure, it tastes alright but esthetically? I wouldn’t serve it to anyone and am even embarrassed to take a picture of it for Instagram. But you know what happens when I ruin a dessert? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There are no ramifications. I just learn not to do that thing and try again tomorrow. And do you know who taught me to embrace that attitude in the kitchen? My friend, Julia. Continue reading
Long before I went to culinary school, I perfected my Julia Child impression. I took an improv class in junior high and my friend Cassie and I would improvise skits featuring Julia Child and a random celebrity: Robert DeNiro, Holly Hunter, the Queen of England. They all got the chance to cook with Julia. Continue reading
I love cookbooks.
My mother’s collection of cookbooks was pretty standard. Better Homes & Gardens. The Joy of Cooking. Various local organization cookbooks with spiral binding. And I used to spend hours flipping through them. The words alone mesmerized me. Mince. Chop. Sauté. Broil. These verbs fascinated me. What did it all mean? Continue reading