In what has been a(nother) difficult week chez nous, one thing has kept me going. No, it’s not increased gin rations, industrial amounts of chocolate or a pool boy called Raoul, it’s this incredible book.
My sister sent me this for my birthday. I’d never heard of Alice Medrich before but I knew I was going to love her. How could you not admire a woman who is credited with introducing chocolate truffles to the US?
There are millions of cookbooks in the world but few written as well as this one. Even the ingredients lists are perfect. And the advice. And the photographs. There are 130 recipes, plus mini-tutorials and an FAQ section. It’s 416 pages of brilliance, with rigorous testing and research worn as lightly as a dusting of icing sugar. If you have any interest in baking, this is the book for you.
I haven’t made a single thing from it yet, but it has been a place of wonderful escape (I’m also reading The Corrections, in case you think my brain is pure sugar). My one wish for the weekend is to lie on the sofa on Saturday afternoon and read some more of it.
Before that though I’m making a fleeting appearance at the second New Zealand Food Bloggers Conference, where I’ll be coughing and spluttering my way through a discussion about blogging vs writing. Let’s hope no one throws a cream pie at me.
Have a great weekend everyone x