Now I didn't read a single review about it (which for me is unthinkable) because I thought, "If the library thinks it's book club material, then it's got to be good." Well, maybe I should have put it down because of the author's superfluous potty mouth or her bad judgment in friends with very bad judgment, but I was pretty much hooked from the beginning. I liked her snarky writing style. I like that I finally get to use the word "snarky". A lot of reviewers complain that she's whiny. But when you blog, you're allowed to be whiny and at least she admits to it. (I started reading another book that was whiny and self-righteous and sooooo annoying and a best-seller and I wanted to chuck it.)Plus, I'm a sucker for food books, and Julie made me briefly think about trying Mastering the Art of French Cooking (even though my only experience with French food was a taste of my mom's Steak Tartar at a cafe in Paris that made me want to vomit). And let's face it, nothing compares to real Italian food. But when an author can actually make you think liver/kidneys/brains are delicious, that has to be a good writer. But really, can Mormons cook French food? It's seems like every recipe contains alcohol. Yes, I know, I know, it all cooks out, but I'd always have this fear that I'd run into the bishop at Stater Brothers with a cart full of booze. So instead, I thought I'd Master the Art of Mormon Cooking and learn how to can peaches, with the help of my MIL. It wasn't that hard, but definitly more fun with a partner in crime.
So now I have 32 (no make that 31, I already gave one away) jars of beautiful canned peaches in my garage to get me through the long winter of apples and oranges. And if the rabbit hadn't eaten my tomatoes, I probably would have canned those too.And as for Julie and Julia, read it at your own risk. And if you do, let me know if you'll be doing any cooking too!
