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I am 'flu-riddled.
My dad had it all last week and kindly passed it onto me. I feel terrible; laden with a scratchy throat, drippy nose, high fever, achy limbs, a pounding head... I could go on. But then I be at risk of feeling sorry for myself and I totally never do that. Nope.
Our friend The Flu has, however, given me the opportunity to feel genuine boredom. Who knew I only enjoy doing nothing when I'm obliged to be doing something? Life's a bitch. Though it has also given me some extra reading time. And given I have a great book on the go, this could only be a blessing.
I'm reading Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard (side note: all the best writers are named Elizabeth). It is self proclaimed as "part love story, part wine-splattered cookbook" - perfection? I hear you cry. Well just about.
Being part-cookbook means the author is entitled, nay obligated, to focus the story almost entirely upon food. It being set in Paris obviously makes it all the more a treat for your over-active salivary glands. The book is autobiographical, and so the restaurants and places she mentions are all real, making it, I think, even more appealing. All in all, it is the body of my ideal book.
I've always dreamed of taking off to Paris for six months, to just write, drink coffee and eat pastries. It's every Romantic's dream. One day, when I have a bit of money and maybe a little freelance work, I might do just that. Until then though, I will live vicariously through Elizabeth Bard and her story.
Every one of the recipes looks delicious and I have plans to work my way through them, one dish at a time. Her story is beautiful too. It's not perfect, there are definite issues that come with moving to a foreign country and adapting to a new culture, and, technically speaking, it's not the most literary of publications, but who cares? Essentially, Lunch in Paris it is about love and food and Paris, and that's pretty great.