Isn't this a beautiful book? My friend Virginia Jones took the cover photo. Virginia and I are internet/Facebook friends. But I honestly feel as if I know her and that we have sipped wine in a Parisian café together. Maybe someday...
I loved this book. I bought it because of Virginia's photo, but a book about Paris? How could I go wrong? It is a wonderful story of families, secrets, and starting over. In Paris.
A couple of nights ago, I finished The Memory Thief by Emily Colin. Another great read. It is on my Kindle. I get daily book deals from BookBub. That's where I discovered this one. Another story that is hard to put down. Set in Colorado and North Carolina, it is about death, dealing with loss, and picking up the pieces. With an eerie twist to it. The title says it all.
I zipped through two of Laura Florand's novels-- All For You first. Chocolate, hunky Frenchmen, allowing love to happen through past hurt. A Wish Upon Jasmine second. Perfume, the south of France, and more handsome Frenchmen. Cousins. Lots of romance, of course.
Lisette's List by Susan Vreeland about love and art in Paris and the south of France. Set back in the day with Marc Chagall and his wife as minor characters. I am a huge Chagall fan. A print of this painting, The Betrothed and the Eiffel Towel, hangs behind my desk at school (Merci, Mme Verte)--
And there is lots of talk of food in it, too. Provençal specialities.
I read, Murder in Nice, the sixth novel in the series by Susan Kiernan-Lewis, starring Maggie Newberry. In this one, Maggie sets out to help solve the murder of a high school friend as she struggles with motherhood and leaving her husband and baby for sleuthing.
Paris, He Said by Christine Sneed is another good, quick read. Young twenty-something falls for older handsome wealthy Frenchman and moves to Paris to be with him. She has to figure out who she is along the way and if she can be truly happy with him and his lifestyle.
I hadn't read a John Grisham novel in ages and a friend recently lent me Gray Mountain. I couldn't put it down. My grandfather worked at one time as a coal miner and I can identify with people in small towns in the Appalachian Mountains. This one features a hotshot NYC lawyer who loses her job in the 2008 recession and takes a job in a clinic in a small town in Virginia doing pro bono work. Murder, nasty coal companies, and small town people dying from black lung make for an interesting story.
Comfort Me With Apples by Ruth Reichl is a book I will never forget. This is the second installment of her memoir. She definitely is up there in the food world, but this book makes her so human. Tender At The Bone is her first memoir. Ruth was editor of Gourmet magazine. She is going to be at Fearrington Village, not far from chez moi, with McIntyre Books on October 15. A lunch time appearance, though, on a school day. I suppose I will be lunching with 7th graders instead. Big sigh.
At the moment, I am reading David Lebovitz' The Sweet Life in Paris. I admit to being a fan and to being perhaps a touch envious that he lives and bakes in Paris. He is a rock star. IMHO. He tells stories of his move to Paris after working for Alice Waters at Chez Panisse in California. I recently was given a copy of his latest book, My Paris Kitchen, and I drool over it, too.
On my to-read list:
- Coco Chanel by Justine Picardie
- Married Sex: A Love Story by Jesse Kornbluth (HeadButler-- I follow him faithfully)
- Under Magnolia: A Southern Memoir by Frances Mayes (she now lives in nearby Hillsborough, not Tuscany!)
- The Queen's Lover by Vanora Bennett about Catherine de Valois and French royal intrigue
- Transforming Paris: The Life and Labors of Baron Haussmann by David P. Jordan given to me by the mom of a former student
- And I really need to get back to and finish Metronome by Lorànt Deutsch-- I actually have two copies of it, one of which is illustrated, given to me by two of my favorite Frenchies. It is the story of Paris told by métro stops. The pictures are amazing. This fellow is a genius.
My favorite saint/martyr, Saint Denis, and his namesake basilica, are featured. My Favorite Parisien took me there, along with my group of students, a few years ago. It was my first visit. I still get chills thinking of seeing Louis XVII's heart in a glass jar. So cool.
I read a lot. It has always been my (guilty) pleasure and escape. If you have any recommendations, send them on!
Merci to M. Lebovitz and Mme Thérèse Pellas for today's recipe. Can you stand another recipe for chocolate cake? My Paris, Je t'aime Club meets tomorrow. Eight 8th graders planning an imaginary trip to Paris (not imaginary for 22 of them come March!), watching videos of La Ville Lumière, etc. The cake will be their treat.
makes 8-10 servings
9 ounces (250 g) bittersweet or semisweet chocolate, chopped
8 tablespoons (120 g) unsalted butter
1/3 cup (65 g) sugar
4 large eggs, at room temperature, separated
2 tablespoons flour
Pinch of salt
- Preheat oven to 350˚F (180˚C). Butter a 9-inch (23-cm) loaf pan and line the bottom with a strip of parchment paper.
- In a large bowl set over a pan of simmering water, heat the chocolate and butter together just until melted and smooth.
- Remove from heat and stir in half the sugar, then the egg yolks, and the flour. (You don't need to measure the half-quantity of sugar exactly. Just pretend you're a Frenchwoman cooking in her home kitchen and don't worry about it.)
- Using an electric mixer or a whisk, begin whipping the egg whites with the salt. Keep whipping until they start to form soft, droopy peaks. Gradually whip in the remaining sugar until the whites are smooth and hold their shape when the whisk is lifted.
- Use a rubber spatula to fold one-third of the egg whites into the chocolate mixture to lighten it, then fold in the remaining egg whites just until the mixture is smooth and no visible white streaks remain.
- Scrape the batter into the prepared loaf pan, smooth the tip, and bake for 35 minutes, just until the cake feels slightly firm in the center. Do not overbake.
- Let the cake cool in the pan before serving.
Storage: The cake can be stored for up to three days. Madame Pellas keeps it in her cabinet, but you may wish to put it under a cake dome. It can be frozen, well wrapped in plastic, for up to one month.
Bon appétit to all readers out there! Read on!