Book Review: The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry by Kathleen Flinn
I started this book long, long ago. Maybe back in October of 2008? Sad, yes. But since one of my June goals was to finish 2 books of the many books i had started, i brought this gem along with me to Little Rock and spent Saturday morning in bed DEVOURING it. Yes, it was that good.
The premise - a thirty-something woman who, after getting laid off from her corporate gig, moves to Paris to attend the famous Le Cordon Bleu cooking school. In the book, Kathleen documents her journeys through Basic, Intermediate and Superior Cuisine all the while sprinkling in bits and pieces about her relationship with her beau, Mike, and stories of travel, Paris, life and love. What's not to like? I must confess it took me awhile to get into the "i don't want to put this down" phase (hence my inability to finish it back in '08). Still, if you love food and Paris, i highly recommend this one.
But, um, a note about the food. I once harbored ridiculous fantasies about attending cooking school in Paris. After reading Kathleen's story? No more. Meat stuffed with more meat? 32,000 pounds of TRIPE?? (if you don't know what tripe is, google it.) The French's insistence on using every single part of the animal is, although efficient and economical, rather disgusting at times. *shudders* It reminds me of my BAR trip and the couple nights we stayed in Lyon. Every SINGLE menu in Lyon had a dish avec tripe. Moi? Not a fan. I much preferred the cuisine in the Cote d'Azur - oodles of fresh seafood (delicious mussels + fries, incredible pasta avec langoustine), thin crust pizzas, and light wines. I guess i'm not as adventurous of an eater as i thought...
P.S. Coming next? Revisiting my June Goals... can we say FAIL?