Hobby Cooker
Julia Child mentions E. Dehillerin in her posthumous memoir My Life in France (and Clotilde at Chocolate & Zucchini has written about it as well) and it just better be
open when I head over to France in 2008. OK? OK.
Tonight's tres unglamorous dinner was,
unfortunately, barely-passable pizza from a new place we thought we'd
try. You'd think, for a town that supposedly has more pizza
possibilities per capita than any other place in the US (I don't
believe it, but Jim swears he read it somewhere), that we'd be able to
get our hands on a decent pizza, but you'd be WRONG. I've never really
liked the pizza here very much, with the possible exception of this one
place, but their shop on our side of town closed a few years ago and
getting their pizza now means venturing onto campus, whcih drives me
insane. I make a pretty decent pizza - lately I've been relying on
whole wheat dough made by my friend S at the co-op, but Julia's crust
recipe in The Way to Cook is awesome - but tonight
we were stumped for a meal, and paying for pizza seemed like a good
idea. Ick. Never again.
Dessert, on the other hand, should be is excellent - homemade vanilla
ice cream (I didn't make it, though I'm officially in the market for an
ice cream maker now that I have such a good line on clean, local dairy
products, so if anyone has a recommendation, I'm all ears... or eyes...
whatever) with Ah!Laska chocolate syrup. A few bites and I'm good.
Jim folds clothes. Cody frets over North Korea. Lilly draws me puffy hearts with glitter.
