A quick link round up because I am powering through my “Get Out of Town for Labor Day Weekend” To Do List
I saw Julie and Julia. Did you see it? I have a confession – I didn’t read the blog, don’t intend to read the blog, didn’t read Mastering the Art of French Cooking and don’t intend to cook my way through it – but never mind all that. The movie was half semi-decent if formulaic rom-com (the Julie half) – the other half, the Julia segments were a SCREAM. An aside: As an indexer, an indexer who has indexed cookbooks and an indexer who worked on the 75th Anniversary edition of Joy of Cooking – well, you can imagine my reaction to THAT conversation. But I have to agree with the review of the film in Gourmet. Julie’s approach to the whole endeavor (the Julie of the film since I haven’t the vaguest clue what real life Julie’s approach actually was) seemed so off. She establishes at the beginning that she finds cooking relaxing, soothing, comforting. But it is apparently NONE of those things once it has become work (self-assigned or not). She was also – again in the film – annoying, narcissistic and unlikable. But the Julia part more than made up for it.
I found the discussion of “Foodie,” “Cook,” and “Home Cook” – the differences between them, the meaning, when and who uses one or the other – interesting mostly because I realized that I don’t consider myself to be any of those. I mean to engage in the act of cooking, yes. But I wouldn’t describe myself as a cook – home or otherwise. I like food. I even love some food. I like writing about it, thinking about, researching it and exploring different types. But I do it because I find it interesting. I don’t find talking about what I found out as entertaining as the act of finding out. So I don’t consider myself a foodie. I’m just someone who likes food. I don’t know that I will ever be – or ever want to be – anything else.
Oh and lest I forget — Ice Cream Review 87 Flavors at 17 Spots in Manhattan and Brooklyn.
OK, I really have to get back to my list. Tah!