the art of french cooking

(Photo: Jonathan Ernst/ For The Washington Post)

Without Judith Jones, the world may never have known about the life of Anne Frank or the cuisine of Julia Child. 

The legendary editor rescued Frank’s personal journal from a publisher’s reject pile and introduced her first-person account of the Holocaust as “The Diary of a Young Girl.” 

She also spent months trying Child’s recipes that filled the pages of “Mastering the Art of French Cooking.” 

Jones died today at her summer home in Walden, Vermont. She was 93.

Read more here: Judith Jones, cookbook editor who brought Julia Child and others to the table, dies at 93

ID #22824

Name: Keo
Age: 22 (23 soon)
Country: France

Hi everyone ! So I’m Keo, I’m 22 (23 in august) and I live in the south-west of France. I pretty curious about having a penpal and I’m willing to try :)

So what can I say…I did 4 years in an animation/video games school ( Dragon Age is probably my favorite game btw), then 1 semester studying archeology and now I return to art school to be an illustrator. I was born in Vietnam, I enjoy arts (drawings, paintings, dance, music…everything). I like to learn about history (from the new archeological discoveries to why a castle is named a certain way to how a nation evolved), I also like to read (mostly fantasy, but my favorite books are old french classics), cook… I like to wonder about paranormal stuff, and discover things about other cultures ! So feel free to share yours with me !

I’d prefer to exchange via e-mail, or tumblr -be warned I reblog A LOT of various things from politics, to art, to memes-, because I will surely respond quicker(but letters are fine too) !

Note : I will be in Vietnam for 2 months and a half until August, so if you want to contact me, do it via e-mail during this time !

Preferences: I’d prefer to talk to someone from ages 18 to 30 :)


Summary: Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth’s betrayal; Dan Howell’s never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who’s afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan’s just afraid of the response.

Words: 8.1k

Warnings: Swearing, self-injury (bruising), depression, insomnia(?)

Author’s Note: **READ THIS** Between each scene, a week has gone by, except for the space between the park scenes.

Insomnia (noun) - habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep

3:49 AM.

Each time Dan closes his eyes, he feels like fire is spreading through his lids, coursing past his optic nerve and digging into the recesses of his brain. It’s cold, silent, like the clicks of his keyboard are nonexistent and there isn’t a nagging in the back of his mind that he should go to sleep, and that maybe there’s something wrong. All he can think is that he’s never been good at going to bed.

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ID #74336

Name: Natalia
Age: 16
Country: England - UK

Hello!! My name’s Natalia/ Natalie/ Natasha/ Lia - call me whatever you can pronounce or prefer :)

I’m really into languages, arts, cultures, reading, exploring, music, k-pop, crafts, cooking, manga (to be honest - everything but most sport). Im fluent in English and Russian, learning: Korean, French, Japanese (maybe German). So I’d be really interested to talk to anyone from the above cultures/ backgrounds! Or anyone at all, I just love talking to new people. Im really open minded and can talk about any topic. I don’t mind snail mail and really slow chats but as long as replies come. Oh and most importantly; I love cats.

Preferences: I don’t have many preferences:

•preferably 13+

•any gender

•any sexuality

•any race

•any religion

•not against snail mail

•just no one creepy and that’s it, we’re good


his first act as a free virginian was breaking her bedside table.

it was an accident, a happy one if he’s honest; they were tanned and exhausted from their plane trip home, but he still managed to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of scully’s skirt as she unlocked the house, and one thing, more or less, led to another. at least, that’s how mulder chooses to remember it. according to her, his actions were a mild annoyance until after she did her little checks of the house, his lips obnoxiously tracing tiny, uncovered bruises on her neck as she did so. the safe was still locked, the windows were still locked, the doors were still locked. as she’d wanted it to be, the fridge was empty. everything was in its natural place. then, she gave in as he untucked her shirt from her skirt, as he fiddled with the clasp or her brassiere. 

it wasn’t as though they were starved of it; the two weeks prior had been filled to the brim with it, an alarming number of days spent hardly ever leaving their rented condo - mulder still had the bureau’s credit card number memorized, and he figured that if skinner called, he would write this off as a parting gift that he should’ve gotten six years ago - and never getting dressed. their bodies saw more sun, and they saw more uninhibited forms of each other, than they had for many years. though they’d chosen their life together, there was something about newfound freedom that made him feel like a young god. he could wake up beside her each morning, order a filet mignon with dinner, and take long walks on the beach with her at night, their hands entwined the whole time, never fearing who might see them now; it was like waking up from a coma, he figured, like spending one’s life in the darkness but then finally seeing light, like being told he was dying and then having a miraculous recovery.

so he practically carried her up the stairs while she moaned about their abandoned suitcases in the living room; his shirt was abandoned in the bedroom’s doorway, her skirt balled up at the foot of the bed. while he lifted her into his arms, her kisses sloppy along his jawline, he stumbled over his shed pants and leaned too hard against her bedside table. at the time, she huffed a laugh, then ignored the piece of furniture altogether.

they only noticed that i was broken the next morning when she didn’t hear her alarm go off. though scully had remembered to clean out the fridge and take out the trash, she’d forgotten to empty the glass of water she kept on her bedside table, so when she stared down at the table, now a pile splintering and aged wood, she saw unrepairable cracks, a wet spot, and an unsalvageable clock. 

“mulder,” she said tiredly, “we broke it.”

“broke what?”

he sat up in bed as she pointed down at the remains of the table. because she hadn’t let him go shopping for furniture back then, he hadn’t a clue where she’d bought it. 

“i can fix it,” he fruitlessly offered though they both knew that it was gone.

when she came home from work on wednesday, she pressed a flyer down on the kitchen table; he glanced over from his cookbook - a tattered and worn-down used copy of mastering the art of french cooking, a half-assed gift from her in 2003 after he failed to make dinner in this house more times than he wanted to remember, and though he’d felt a bit insulted when she’d given to him, he now relished in the sounds of pleasure she gave whenever he made ratatouille - to see an advert for an estate sale going on that saturday.

“i need a new bedside table,” she said as she went to make herself a cup of tea.

“a hardier one,” he added as he flipped through note-addled recipes. 

“we’re going together.”

at that, he looked up, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe, surprise, and pure thankfulness.

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anonymous asked:

fav food blogs/cookbooks/cooking yt channels? love u so much!!!!

i love you too!! I follow a couple really good food instagrams, especially healthyish and food52! my favorite food blog is minimalistbaker. I check her blog every day and make her recipes weekly. All of her recent recipes are entirely vegan which is perfect for me and my boyfriend. I have a bunch of favorite cookbooks: everything i want to eat by jessica koslow, the salad for president cookbook, mastering the art of french cooking. imo if you own one cookbook in the world, make it The Cooks Illustrated Complete Cookbook. There is a recipe for almost anything you might want to make in there, and the recipes are tested and formulated to exacting standards and are incredibly specific. I use it all the time and there are hundreds of recipes in there I havent even looked at yet. I dont follow any cooking youtubes, does anyone have an recs?


“The sweetness and generosity and politeness and gentleness and humanity of the French had shown me how lovely life can be if one takes time to be friendly.”
— Julia Child, My Life in France

Born on this day 102 years ago, Julia Child went on to enthusiastically introduce French cuisine to the American public with her landmark cookbook Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

The signs best and worst school subjects
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> History + Art<p/><b>Taurus:</b> Science + Cooking<p/><b>Gemini:</b> P.E. + Religious Studies<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Maths + Music<p/><b>Leo:</b> English + P.E.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> Spanish + Science<p/><b>Libra:</b> English + Geography<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> Maths + Religious Studies<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> French + P.E.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> History + Spanish<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> Art/English + Religious Studies<p/><b>Pisces:</b> All subjects + Cooking<p/></p>

Sole Meunière

Sole Meunière was the first dish that Julia Child, patron saint of french cooking, had when she first arrived in Paris. She described the meal (and the wine that accompanied it) as to The New York Times as “an opening up of the soul and spirit for me.” While in France she attended Le Cordon Bleu and went on co-write ‘Mastering the Art of French Cooking’. I am of the opinion that any dish that can woo a woman like this should be an staple in any kitchen. 

Now read on for fish, lemons, and quite a lot of white wine to go along with it!

- MJ & K

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#SpookierBooks: Pop Lit Edition

—— ❝ let’s start off easy. tell me the basics. ❞

[ name ] laima rasa rimkus vaisvila
[ date of birth ] 11 may, 1940
[ place of birth ] vilnius, lithuania
[ age ] twenty-four
[ religion ] protestant
[ marital status ] single
[ occupation / title ] lady-in-waiting to queen sabinah of lithuania
[ gender identity ] cis female
[ spoken language(s) ] lithuanian, english, polish, french
[ special skill(s) ] visual arts, instruments ( piano, violin, flute ), poetry, cooking

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Today was a dream come true! I traveled to Julia Child’s cottage in France and got to cook two recipes in her kitchen! I made Pommes Anna, a simple Potato Dish, and fresh Strawberry Sherbet from her cookbook “Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 2”, which she wrote while living at this cottage!

Can you cook?
  • Bruce: I've mastered 46 world cuisines, you'd be amazed how well cooked chicken can help JUSTICE
  • Dick: um I mean I can microwave cup-o-soup, does that count?
  • Jason: I can mix drinks and eat pop-tarts out of the box
  • Tim: I mean some times I make spaghetti and meatballs for Kon and me.
  • Damian: I've mastered the fine arts of French cooking and can cook a full vegetarian meal over a camp fire