My Life in France
Julia Child
A book about or by a cook is not a cookbook, even if it includes the occasional recipe.
I think the logic of that statement is irrefutable. At least enough so that I once again sneaked past the cookbook waivers imposed by my wife. I honestly would not have sought this particular volume out if it hadn’t fallen off the remainder rack at a deep discount because I’m sort of viscerally opposed to movie tie-in editions. As you can see, this printing gives you both Meryl Streep and Amy Adams with the added bonus of Nora Ephron‘s name. It’s enough to make me cringe.
True confession: I saw the movie, chick flick that it is. My ostensible reason was to see an old Continue reading
An Honest Con 