[In] Julie & Julia ... Mastering the Art of French Cooking. |
I clawed the stuff out bit by painful, pink bit, ... until my knife was sunk into the leg bone up past the hilt. It made dreadful scraping noises - I felt like I could feel it in the center of my bones. A passing metaphor to explorers of the deep wilds of Africa does not seem out of place here - there was a definite Heart of Darkness quality to this. How much more interior can you get, after all, than the interior of bones? It's the center of the center of things. |
I graduated from college with a major in fiction writing, and then I spent years and years and years just writing and not ever finishing anything and really falling into the black hole of self-loathing. |
I was painted into a corner. I was completely lost -- I didn't know what I was going to do. I wanted to learn to cook. ... It wasn't until the project was nearly done that I really understood that what I was trying to do was figuring out a new way of living and finding new experiences in life. |
It first appealed to me as a book rather than a cookbook. I was a real bookworm and it just seemed sort of mysterious and adult and slightly dangerous. |
She can curse right and she looks as though she's eaten French food before. |
She doesn't like to use a food processor. |