The Not-Me-And-Julia Project: Status report

It's possible that seeing Julie & Julia triggered the final snap, but I've been in a culinary rut with the same few easy-to-fix things for quite a while. And, well, frankly, I'm getting darn tired of my own cooking, and how limited it is.

So, something snapped, and I says to myself, I says, "Self, either buy a damn cookbook or stop griping!"

So, I bought a damn cookbook.

No, not Julia's. The French cuisine I've had, eh. About half of it has been really good, about half inedible. (Yes, that may, probably does, say more about me than about French cuisine. Big deal. My point is, why master making food I don't care for?)

No, I'm not working my way through it systematically. I have no particular timetable, no "X recipes by this date" obsession. And as classes haven't started yet, I've got more time to cook that I do during the semester.

So far: Six days, seven recipes, only one failure, and I figured out what I did wrong with that one and tried again, with better results.

So, I may not have all my assignments and lecture notes written up, but at least I'm not sick of my own cooking.