Lunch in Paris…

28 May

I’m a bit bored today, so i’m catching up on all the blogs that i normally read, but haven’t really had the time to do so of late.

Also, i’ll admit, i am supposed to be doing some French homework. Well, preliminary homework.

I’ve decided that it’s about time i started taking French classes (yes, i know, after how many months?!). So i have to hand in my ‘test de francais’ to see how bad i am at it and work out which one of the ‘crappy’ groups they need to assign me too.

Wow, a bit negative i know, but god it frustrates me that a) my natural aptitude for languages is pathetically low and b) that my ability to procrastinate is pathetically high. Not to mention c) my impatience and intolerance for being systematically bad at something.

But i digress. I am here to talk about what i am doing in order to AVOID doing my language test.

So, after scrolling the pages of David Lebovitz, committing the Summer Tomato Tarte to memory, i moved on to Lunch In Paris, the fabulous food blog by an American called Elizabeth Bard. The blog was the precursor to the even MORE fabulous book of the same name. Her food seems SO mouth wateringly simple and delicious that i constantly feel my anxiety building when reading it. I’m anxious that i’m lying here reading about it and not actually up in the kitchen and MAKING it!

I read her book while back in Australia recently, and i confess that i actually scanned some of the recipe pages from the book and saved them onto my computer. I didn’t need to scan the fennel and pomegranate salad though. Almost everyone i know in Australia will attest to that recipe being firmly committed to my memory. Sorry everyone if you had to eat that more times than you cared to, but boy it was delicious.

It was a great book, in the vein of ‘Almost French’, and now that i think about it, there were just SO many happenings in that book that i related so strongly to, being a foreigner in France.

One coming to mind immediately was the day that Elizabeth first stepped foot into her (then) boyfriend’s apartment and the amazement at all the relics left over from generations past. The silver teapot that ‘belonged to my grandfather’ made me think that she’d taken a photo of my mind the day i first stepped foot in ‘the Frenchman’s’ meticulously and nostalgically decorated apartment.

It helps me understand and appreciate so much more the shared experience, through literature or through connections, that make living in a foreign place bearable some days. The amount of blogs i read, of books i devour, all allow me to feel less alone. And at the same time, perhaps more connected to being alone too.

I understand now why people send me such similar emails, and make such similar comments on this blog. I GET it!

Anyway, enough sentimentality for one day huh!

Enjoy reading and eating Elizabeth.

My that sounded bad.

Take two.

Enjoy experiencing Paris with Elizabeth!!


3 Responses to “Lunch in Paris…”

  1. Lunch in Paris May 29, 2010 at 2:04 pm #

    Thanks Poulette! I’m so glad you enjoyed the book – I’m honored to be a procrastination tool (I’m a master of the art!). I’m doing an event in Paris as part of the Sex and the City 2 launch. June 4th, 5-7, Cafe Etienne Marcel. Love to see you there. EB x

    PS – I just bought some fennel…salad ahead

  2. Poulette May 31, 2010 at 10:10 pm #

    EB! I’m thrilled to have you here!

    I will be there with bells on. (literally, my sister, Belles)

    I’m anxious…it’s not pomegranate season, what will you do!!?

  3. Melissa June 21, 2010 at 6:54 am #

    I read the book…loved loved loved it..I devoured it on the plane…I normally can never read on the plane, I couldn’t put it down…

    Thank you

    M xx

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