This weekend, an order I placed with Amazon.com came in… This order included copies of both Volumes one and two of Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking. Needless to say, this little monkey is elated. Orpheus is pretty psyched, too, as he 1) is rather fond of eating my culinary output, and 2) finds great joy in nudging me toward readings and projects that will give me pleasure. O. egged me on until such time as I caved in and bought the books, actually, along with a really cool spatula I’ve had my eye on for awhile. Fortunately, the weather was dreadful in Madison this weekend, and included both record high temperatures and copious fog, which meant I was more or less marooned with the Books (capitalized biblically for a reason, as I’ve already found more to worship within said pages than between the sheets of that incestuous volume of forgotten begats).
All I can do is thank the gods (who and whatever they may be,) that I had the foresight to get a full complement of knives together before such time as true revelation struck. Now, the journey is begun in earnest, and mercy be to (s)he who gets in the way. Clogged arteries will be the least of their problems, if I’m short on pork at the time of interference…
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