Sunday, February 25, 2007

julie, julia and a barf bag

i'm about half way through this terrible book. i'm waiting for the huge revelation, the thing that makes her realize half-assing and bumbling through MtAoFC is a metaphor for her pathetic life. canned broth? can't find a marrow bone in NEW YORK CITY????? that she lives in new york city and somehow only manages to eat domino's pizza? the lurid attempts to compare her cooking to sex acts she's never even imagined, in thanks to the lack of sex life she loves to brag about?
every sentence makes me feel less smart, less passionate about cooking. i can't put it down. i can't believe that it doesn't get better than this.

i'm in love with:

beef tartare-union
bread soup-serious pie
cirrus cheese-mount townsend creamery
steamed meat dumplings-7 star pepper
shrimp cakes and crispy crepe-tamarind tree
goose foie terrine-harvest vine
pretzel with mustard-licorous
yellowtail carpaccio-lark
escolar-hana sushi
tonkotsu ramen-samurai noodles
hawaii original saimin (with raw egg, mushrooms and scallions)-uwajimaya