I’m sure all of you know by now that May and June love books- really, really love books. As a child, I always enjoyed riding my bike to the library or bookmobile when it came to our park, ready to devour the next installment of Nancy Drew under the shade of our backyard cottonwood tree. I’m still that way. To me, there is nothing like getting lost in a great work of fiction. Although I’ve read my share of non-fiction, usually the self-help variety, I really haven’t gone down the aisle of memoirs for no other reason than they really never interested me, until recently. Often, while my pup Sawyer and I walk in the morning, I listen to various podcasts. A few weeks ago, Julia Child and her memoir, My Life in France (2006) was mentioned as a must read for anyone who enjoyed her cooking shows. I really didn’t think too much about it until I saw the book mentioned again online that very same week. So, I took it as a sign to reserve it at the library, and give it a try.
Many of you, who are of a certain age, may remember Julia Child’s cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking or her cooking show, The French Chef. My mom, grandmother, and I loved to tune in and watch the French cooking masterpieces she would effortlessly create. She was a cooking genius as well as smart, funny, and oh so entertaining- all rolled into one. Often, we felt we were watching a comedy instead of a PBS show on the art of cooking. In fact, I’m sure all you Saturday Night Live fans remember Dan Akroyd’s hysterical skit as Julia Child.
My grandmother, who was a gifted cook herself, would sit in front of the television with her white leather bound notebook (which I now have) and pen in hand ready to write down Julia’s latest creation, then of course put her own delicious twist on it. That notebook is filled with recipes in my grandmother’s handwriting as well as stains from various sauces. I treasure that notebook.
By the way, I loved the book. I felt like I was sitting at Julia’s kitchen table in Paris, sharing a home cooked meal with her as she told her story. The book also awakened a few memories of my own childhood, playing sous chef to my grandmother as she cooked in her own amazing kitchen. Plus, the book is all about food and France- need I say more?
As much as we love living in the comforts of what we know and enjoy, sometimes it’s fun to step out of that box to try something new. For so many reasons, I’m grateful I read this book.
Next time you visit the library, choose a book off your reading list. You may find a new genre to enjoy.
“Maybe the cat has fallen into the stew, or the lettuce has frozen, or the cake has collapsed. Eh bien, tant pis. Usually one’s cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile, and learn from her mistakes.”