you must be a poet.
Just saw Julie & Julia, which was fabulous (maybe a tad longish)and all I am is hungry, discouraged that I have done nothing with my life, full of regret that I sold my "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" at a yard sale 25 years ago, and even more depressed that I really don't cook much of anything fancy anymore (my husband really doesn't care about food),
In the late 60's and 70's, say from 1969-1977, I would have wonderful dinners- I hosted 30 people for Mexican once, before you could get a lot of southwestern ingredients, cooked Julia recipes for friends (with meat I had specially cut at the old Lafayette Market). I remember driving somewhere south to get 'the best local' homemade sausage and going to D.C. for Les Ami du Vin meetings. My, how things have changed!!!
I just had a microwave Kashi curry with turkey from a Ukrops rotisserie breast. Good, but not home-made and not all that amazing.
I need to get my poetry together and submit to more magazines, chapbook contests, whatever- need to work on and finish my memoir, if only for the kids, need to buckle down and get this house renovation finished, need to get to the gym, need to make some sort of contribution to the world before I die.
It's ridiculous what I haven't accomplished.
Thanks, Julie. Thanks, Julia. Thanks, Nora Ephron, for making me feel like a failure.
1 comment:
I never learned to cook. I could never stop thinking that it was a waste of time since I'm like your husband and I don't care about food that much either.
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