more reading fun

i don't always know how i stumble across things.
i found a blog.
funny since i don't go looking for more blogs to read. perhaps i was looking for a recipe and google search lead me to her. i think that was it.... anyway, she lists books. some cookbooks, some foodie reads, some just related to food in a round about way. she had this book on her list and since i really do want to be french... or at least eat all things french or cook all things french or just appreciate things like french wine and chocolate and coq au vin, i checked it out from the library.

there is part of me that wishes i had bought it because he includes lots of recipes that he took the time to adapt for the american cook..... other parts of me know that i will never really make financiers at home. i can dream.

anyway, i finished today while both boys were asleep and it was just sweet pea and i sitting on the couch. she was amused by the package of wipes and got to finish my last three chapters. i feel like i need to qualify that everyone i have told about this book gives me this look of dumbfounded blankness. he is an american pastry chef that moves to paris and recounts some of the various oddities (and there are quite a few) of the parisians. i laughed out loud and yet not one else has chuckled when i try and relate some of his stories. perhaps, i am the terrible story-teller not david lebovitz.... who in fact, for a chef, is a rather engaging writer. i loved it. i loved reading about his floundering self in paris, dealing with rude french, how the french don't like parisians, how parisian don't like americans, how americans in paris don't like americans, how good the chocolate is, how ridiculous tourists are, how insane the department stores are, and what an amazing time he had figuring it all out. i really enjoyed it and am completely intimiated to ever visit paris.... and yet i am drawn!