I’ve decided to do my best at updating regularly, even though I won’t be cooking every day. (Not even close, in fact: There are probably less than 40 main dishes in the entire book, and I’ve got nine months in which to do them. Deal with it!) But it’ll be nice to check in with you all from time to time, right? I may do some cooking tonight, but no promises. I’ve almost knocked out all of the easiest recipes, so now things get interesting, and insanely expensive. I’m going to be buying a LOT of duck, lobster, and clams in the near future, and I’m not exactly sure how I’m going to afford any of it. I’ll have to space them out as much as possible. Maybe I’ll set aside a portion of each paycheck every two weeks, for my “lobster budget” or whatever. Ugh, what have I become?
I’ve also got some ideas brewing for the blog. Maybe I’ll take up side jobs to afford all this crap and will document my adventures in babysitting or whatever. Maybe I’ll start a spin-off blog, “Confessions of a Call Girl”-style, and will become a high-class prostitute who gets paid in foie gras. We’ll see.
Anyway, I’ve been reading the original blogs from the Julie/Julia Project, to get an idea of what Julie Powell went through in her ordeal. (Which is actually what inspired me to do some more writing, even when not cooking – Julie would often go several days without cooking, but would still try to blog at least once a day, even if it was just a paragraph or two.) Obviously, our projects are very different: She had to cook an average of almost 2 recipes a day to finish her project in a year; I have to complete one “recipe” every two days to finish in nine months. Her project was about learning classical techniques and cooking homely food on a budget; mine is basically the opposite.
But there are some similarities. Julie and I both genuinely enjoy cooking, but are complete amateurs. We both seem to be stubborn and foolish enough to finish our projects, even if there’s really no overall objective. And we both swear a lot in our writing. Probably too much.
I actually have never really liked Julie Powell. She always seemed obnoxious and self-centered and way too high-strung. And Amy Adams’s portrayal of her definitely didn’t make her any less so in my mind. But now I find myself enjoying reading her old posts, and in going through my dumb project I feel sort of a kinship to her, as stupid as that sounds. My project is already making me halfway insane, so I can imagine how cooking over 500 serious, classical French dishes in a year could do a number on your head. I’ve also started to think of her as my unofficial guru throughout this project. (For example, when forced to cook lobster by Julia Child, Julie wrote, “Originally we were meant to have lobster tonight, but we are frighteningly poor, so I’m putting that off. I see economic constraints becoming more and more of a factor.” Amen, and I feel I will be citing that precedent a lot in the future to delay some of the more expensive meals.)
Anyway, that’s today’s revelation: Begrudging respect for Julie Powell. FASCINATING to hear about, I’m sure. Tonight, I may cook something simple, because I don’t feel like giving a whole organic duck a salt scrub tonight. That seems like more of a weekend project, no?
Let me know what you think of the non-Gwyneth, non-food posts. Do you prefer hearing from me on my off-days, or are you a food purist and do you prefer SILENCE when I’m not cooking? Or do you just not give a shit because it’s only a stupid blog? No, it definitely can’t be that last one.