Julia was my age when she started cooking. "My Life in France" by Julia Child and Alex de Prud'homme |
I've been reading books about food, poking around websites about food, absorbing New Yorker Tables for Two and salivating over the writing, trying to come up with a great lentil recipe, and anticipating taking my first formal cooking class this summer.
But I'm especially looking forward to watching Top Chef Canada return (albeit with only three female chefs). Maybe it's because of my background in film and TV production, but I can't help falling in love with this show (and its American counterpart). I am a drooling viewer, watching the chefs flounder against the clock, waiting for the judges' critiques. The critiques are often quite painful to watch. As the competition heats up we must shun the chefs that make mistakes.
In other news, the James Beard Foundation announced its nominations for the JBF awards (now that's a lot of nominations; one nominated restaurant, Isa in Brooklyn apparently "deliberately resists being understood." Porridge for dinner? Why not!).
And, my old friend is visiting - I'm diving into the Oscars on Sunday.
Oh, and I'm trying to find a job (not a cooking one, but still). Competition surrounds me! As they say (in some kitchens, and probably not JBF nominated ones...) "at the end of the day, it’s only food."