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Julia Child's Life in France

Chocolate Cake by Bombay Foodie

This may seem like a long time ago but back in May, our book club - This Book Makes Me Cook - picked the iconic book "My Life in France" by Julia Child. I've read this book before, I've seen the Meryl Streep movie based on the book and I readily re-read this highly enjoyable saga last month. I even created a dish inspired from the book. But it's been so crazy around here with exams and assignments that I've only just gotten around to telling you about it.

First the book, it's all about Julia. And the way she immersed herself in France the moment she arrived. In all the culinary surprises Paris has in store for her, her trips to the coast to see that special food and her training at Cordon Bleu, the real Julia shines through. Her passion and her personality then reflect in the book she writes with her two new found friends. A book that has inspired home cooks ever since.

I could have picked a French dish from the book. But to me, the message that Julia is trying to send across is that cooking should be simple and it should be perfect. So I decided to look for the perfect version of one recipe that's been out of reach so far - chocolate cake. Well, I do have a fabulous eggless chocolate cake I swear by and a fantastic flourless cake I will tell you about sometime. But so far, I had nothing going in the normal chocolate sheet cake/cupcake world.

I only tried one recipe but I agonized over which one to bake for weeks. The final choice was Chocolate-Chocolate cupcakes from my other baking icon, Dorie Greenspan. Perfectly moist, and topped with an intense chocolate topping, these cupcakes were an instant hit at a party I took them to.

And we might have some exciting book read coming up this month, so write in if you would like to read along.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Amazing the visit was worth…
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SUGAR LANE said…
Hi! I’ve just discovered your lovely blog!
wanna eat each and everythin, would love you to take a look at mine and let me know what you think ;)
Kisses from Spain,
S
rohitpendharkar said…
Well amazing, and tempting at the same time.

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Finger licking...
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Janvi said…
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Doodlequeen said…
Julia went to my college!
Every year at Smith College, we have Julia Child Day- it's a FEAST.
Anyway, that book is so important to me...

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