a homemade life by molly wizenberg.

this book
is fantastic.
this book
is a challenge.
it is the:
how huge can you get in 314 pages challenge.

why, you ask?

wizenberg wrote a beautiful memoir
that is intertwined with recipes
and now that i have read it
it is so very fitting.
after all,
aren't we all brought together and
nourished by food?
(her coming of age marked by cookies - pure brilliance)

but wizenberg gets brownie points (no food pun intended)
for describing, in detail,
a lot french cuisine
and a lot of vegetarian cuisine.

fresh greens
heavy cream
butter
french bread
cafe au lait
bottles of wine
cheese
oh, the cheese.

things i should most definitely warn you about:

i credit this book to my desire to bake a loaf of banana bread
and then eat the entire thing
while i read the book
which brought me to nearly choking to death
as i cried- tears induced by wizenberg's hauntingly beautiful
recollection of her father's passing.

i also credit this book
for my urge to purchase a bagel
smothered (i mean smothered, people) in cream cheese
i needed (NEEDED) some bread and some cream.
something somewhat close to french cuisine.
(solid effort, anyway).

finally,
i credit this book to the copious amounts of red wine i consumed
throughout 314 pages.

i need to thank wizenberg for introducing me
into the scrumptious world of french cuisine.
and now, i need to eat.
again.

p.s. - wizenberg has a blog called orangette.
check it out!