Uh oh...
It's been roughly 24 hours since I saw Julie & Julia. At first there was no noticeable difference, but come dinnertime, I cooked like a woman possessed. I'll be honest: I'm normally squeamish to a bizarre extent about handling raw chicken. (I once used Purell wipes to clean up after cooking chicken in a disinfectant-free kitchen.) But today, armed with a skillet and a saucepan, I whipped up a pasta/zucchini/chicken/herbs from our little garden concoction with far less stress than I anticipated. It was DELICIOUS, and I was positively giddy. Weird.
And that's not all. This evening, for a snack, I learned to poach eggs. From my grandmother's 1979 edition of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I," no less. (Though I did check "Joy" to see if there was more to it...Rombauer is a lot less finicky about the procedure and I figure the more detail, the better.)
NORA EPHRON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???
And that's not all. This evening, for a snack, I learned to poach eggs. From my grandmother's 1979 edition of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume I," no less. (Though I did check "Joy" to see if there was more to it...Rombauer is a lot less finicky about the procedure and I figure the more detail, the better.)
NORA EPHRON, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???