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July 27, 2009



You've got to read some of the Redwall books. They always describe some of the best feasts.


I didn't like the Julie and Julia book either - too many expletives for my taste - but I may need to sneak out to see the movie.

Julia's My Life in France is excellent, by the way. Evidently the movie is a mixture of both books.

As someone who reads cookbooks like novels, I enjoyed this post immensely!


Ooo, thanks for the recommendation! I'll add that to my reading list. The expletives were my downfall on that book too, they seemed so gratuitous, like she was trying to be hip, but it really just made her seem like an unpleasant person. I didn't want to spend any more time with her! (I only got about two chapters in and gave up -- very rare for me.) I'm hoping that Amy Adams will bring some sweetness.


Makes me think of one of my favorite movies Like Water For Chocolate. Watching her cook in that movie and the magic she put into food was just amazing.


And how could we forget Frances Mayes? On first reading Under the Tuscan Sun I nearly wept with joy to realize that I am not the only person in the world who thinks food deserves not just a paragraph, but a whole book. She rhapsodizes over plums anmed for nun's thighs, and figs drizzed in cream and broiled and plump perfect tomatoes sliced and eated with just a touch of pale green olive oil and sweet basil from the garden. She and her man, Ed, drive all over Tuscany for the perfect wine and the perfect pecorino cheese. I aspire not just to be her, but to EAT like her.

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    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
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