Have you seen the movie Julie & Julia? It’s one of my favourite movies and how could it not be? The main character is an unsuccessful writer who decides to cook all recipes (and blog about them) from the famous Julia Child’s first cookbook. I’ve always enjoyed watching cooking shows, so a movie about cooking + blogging…ah, perfection.
Watching someone julienne carrots is as good as reading about someone browning garlic or using rose petals for a quail recipe (Chapter 3 in Like Water for Chocolate). Devouring food, describing how it melts in your mouth make me want to eat anything. Like that bruschetta scene from Julie & Julia, when the couple were still trying to figure out what Julie should blog about. I am not a fan of bruschetta, but for a moment there, it made me crave for it.
And then I started buying cookbooks. The first one was Double Delicious by Jessica Seinfeld. It was on sale at Chapters and it had this nice spiral spine that made flipping pages easy. This book has recipes that are super easy to make, like that chicken parm I cooked for my boyfriend.
The next purchase was a vegetarian cookbook by Angela Liddon. This one introduced almond milk, kale, and overnight oats to my life. And I can proudly say I make crisp-perfect kale chips, as per my sisters’ reviews. The only bad memory I have of this book is when I attempted to cook avocado pasta for lunch the next day. The recipe itself wasn’t so bad but letting the avocado sauce sit for more than 8 hours made everything bitter. It was horrible. My advice if you ever try it is to eat it fresh off the pan.
I also bought a novel about Paris and cooking. Mmmm… perfect combo, right? I mean, who doesn’t love Paris? The way this kind of novels describes good food is greatly pleasing. Take this excerpt from Lunch in Paris for example:
I like a flake, a croissant with an outer layer so fine and brittle that you get crumbs all over yourself from the very first bite. When you pull it apart there should be some empty space, pockets of air between the buttery layers of dough. When you finally do rip off a hunk to dip in your coffee, it stretches a little before it breaks. More crumbs, but utterly, completely worth the mess.
Tell me you’re not craving for that kind of croissant right now. See, you can’t! Of course you can’t. Don’t even get me started with food blogs (hi, Wayward Spark!).
The most recent cookbook I bought was Rachel Khoo’s Kitchen Notebook. It was on my wishlist for a while. It is so unique because it looks like it actually came from Rachel’s treasure chest, and not from Chapters. I haven’t tried cooking any of the recipes but they all look promising.
Having all these pretty cookbooks is enough reason for me to stop eating those crappy instant noodles for lunch. And maybe start food blogging and wish for a Julie Powell moment. Big dreams… we all have them, right?