One of our first married Christmases, having heard about a really fun project where a woman cooked her way through Julia Child's cookbook in one year, I bought Mastering the Art of French Cooking and Julie & Julia for Andy, together with some nice balsamic vinegars and French salts and dried exotic mushrooms. Later, we were given another copy of the J&J book because what could possibly be more OUR THING than this sort of project?
As it turns out, just about anything. While I applaud Julie Powell for making meat jello and her willingness to actually get through the aspic chapter, I have struggled over and over to read her book and have always given up in disgust. However,
I believe Powell's blog must have been much more interesting, since I assume it was actually about the recipes and cooking them. I might have cared about Powell's life if I found her likeable, but I don't in either case. I was surprised, however, when at the end she was still disregarding JC's instructions in recipes, leaving me to wonder what Powell actually thought she was learning? Reading about the long testing periods every recipe went through and JC's need for precision, I can truly see how JC would be repelled by Powell and what came across in the book as more of a stunt than anything. However, 5 little cds have freed me from my guilt, and I can toss Powell's book with nothing but relief of clearing up shelf space.
And Dearie has inspired me to try a few more JC recipes, though maybe the ones without all the butter........