I prepared myself for a serious engagement with the DVD player, sitting cuddled in blankets at the cabin, adorned in sweatpants and sipping spiked cider that Evan made.
The verdict?! I absolutely LOVED this movie. It brought back my own memories from living in Paris and going to Cordon Bleu (was that really 8 years ago that I was there!?!) and made me remember how much I love to cook and eat. My life has gotten so frantic in the last year or so, that I've neglected my dear blog that I started out of so much love for cuisine, and my desire to create something from that (my business). The movie reminded me that it was time to get back to my roots, or at least devote more time to my beloved hobby.
In my culinary renewal spirit, I decided to peruse my recipe book collection on my baker's rack for some inspiration and found a delightful surprise.
On the lower shelf was a tattered copy of Julia Child and Simone Beck's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking VOl II"!!
The inside cover told me that my darling aunt Pam (who passed away many years ago) had given this to my Nana for mother's day, May 1971. I suddenly realized that in my grief last year, after Nana passed away, that I had ignored the books and other small trinkets that I inherited, finding it too painful to look at. And here, almost one year later, my always generous Nana (and Pam) were still giving me gifts. I was overwhelmed. The best gift inside this (as I found out) rather precious and expensive first edition book, are the handwritten notes in the margins and in the back cover from Nana, always gathering more incite and recipes to enrich her culinary repertoire....
A week ago my mom sent me a surprise in the mailbox-a copy of Julie & Julia for my very own!! I have watched it a total of 3 times already and sit here debating about putting it on tonight. I find that the movie not only delights me, and brings back happy memories of my own from Paris AND of watching Julia Child on PBS as a little kid, but inspires me to use Nana's more recent gift to me and embark on my own adventure through the second volume, with the helpful notes of my grandmother scrawled inside.
It would mean I would have to face puff pastry again though, and I don't know if I'm ready for that hairy challenge...still have nightmares about that from Paris. Stay tuned.


