Saturday, September 07, 2002

Dammit!  I can't this thing to friggin work!!!! 9:11:00 PM    comment []

MOVING DAY (Pizza, to you and me.) It's the day no pigs would cook. My pans are in boxes, my refrigerator is a lost cause, and my back is friggin' killin' me. While I was frantically packing, however, I did have some thoughts I thought I'd explore this evening, on my "day off", har dee har. In the Julie/Julia project, I was thinking, I have imposed upon myself a routine diametrically opposed to the life of a New Yorker. In one of the greatest city restaurants in the world, I have chosen to cook every night. It's only been two weeks, and yet not cooking for an evening seems an unimaginable luxury. Last night, by the way, we had Filets de Poisson a la Bretonne, or Fish filets in White Wine and a Julienne of Vegetables. Compared to most of this week, it was a cakewalk. I've begun to got used to the persnickityness of French cooking -- the pureeing and the many pots. It's something in the way Julia writes I suppose -- even when she's asking me to press garlic cloves through a fine-mesh sieve, I don't resent her. Anyway, this fish recipe was more or less the same as last week's , only with some more vegetables.  The dish tasted lighter, though it wasn't, because of the celery and carrots.  I also managed not to overcook the fish quite so much.  It was about as easy as this thing is going to get. Tonight, though, this Julie/Julia Project is just going to go by the wayside.  And exhausted though I am, it feels almost sinfully luxurious.  Can you imagine life before fast food?  Seriously.  I really can't.  Cooking is all well and good, and in fact, most of my happiest moments in life involve it, but it can become a kind of slavery, no doubt about it. Enough talk, though.  I am going to now try to post some pictures.  Wish me luck! 9:08:59 PM    comment []