With the humor of Bridget Jones and the vitality of Augusten Burroughs, Julie Powell recounts how she conquered every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
Julie Powell is 30 years old, living in a rundown apartment in Queens and working at a soul-sucking secretarial job that's going nowhere. She needs something to break the monotony of her life, and she invents a deranged assignment. She will take her mother's dog eared copy of Julia Child's 1961 classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and she will cook all 524 recipes. In the span of one year.
At first she thinks it will be easy. But as she moved from the simple Potage Parmentier into the more complicated realm of aspics and crepes, she realizes there's more to Mastering the Art of French Cooking than meets the eye.
I don't consider myself a true foodie, but I do enjoy reading about other people's adventures with food. I like reading about the odd, interesting and even disgusting things that people eat, because I'm not adventurous enough to eat them myself.
This book had more to do with the author's life, friends, blog and experiences with the Project, as she calls it, than the actual cooking itself. This wasn't bad, but it wasn't really what I was expecting either.
Powell is quite funny, which I didn't expect either, but definitely enjoyed! She did tend to go off on a few tangents...Some of which had me laughing, and some had me shaking my head in confusion. She also does a fair bit of swearing, which doesn't bother me, but if you are opposed to that, you have been warned.
I don't feel inclined to follow in Powell's footsteps, but it was an entertaining and fun book that I would recommend to memoir lovers and foodies alike.