I find Julia Child’s recipes to be unnecessarily fussy. It’s an endless succession of “put the pot in the oven, then take it out. Then put it in again, then take it out. In, out, in, out.”
I’m starting to suspect Julia Child was lacking in the department in which ladies who cook extremely well don’t usually experience any lack.
I’ve been feeling like I don’t cook enough because of our weekly support of local businesses through carryout, so I decided to cook my own birthday dinner for tomorrow.