I'm not old enough to have seen the original series, but if you want to depress yourself, by all means, choose your own poison.![]()
It took me a week or so to read the first 900 pages and then I read the remaining 1100 in a single day.
A Guide to Modern Cookery (1907 English translation by William Heineman of Le Guide Culinaire, Cornell University Library PDF on archive.org) is Auguste Escoffier's attempt to codify the emergent fin de siècle restaurant cuisine of France. The preface addresses the constant cry for novelty in menus and emphasizes the need for high-quality ingredients. Part I is on the fundamentals of cooking, starting with stocks and sauces, which Escoffier regards as the key ingredients of any preparation. This is followed by other elementary preparations and an overview of cooking methods. Part II goes through recipes involved in restaurant menus from appetizers to desserts.
Detailed recipes along with a glossary and index position the book as a key culinary reference. Due to the author's post in upper crust London restaurants, the dishes are of a bourgeois persuasion with English influences. The dishes are rich and rely heavily on animal products, which conflicts with the emphasis on healthy plant-based food a century hence. The book trumpets the mistaken notion of searing in meat juices, via an explanation that can be refuted once the reader realizes muscle tissue does not work that way. Overall, the book is a good exploration of the historical codification of French haute cuisine, but not really that useful for today's average cook.
I downloaded it just now. [crosses fingers]The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss.
A friend bought this for me for Christmas. I avoid reading paper books unless they're educational, so it took me a while to get to this as the library holds for the ebook were long (12+ weeks) and then I had other holds to get through when it finally opened up.
She said she bought it because I asked for it, and that I really wanted it. I have no recollection of this whatsoever. If I had to guess, though, someone told me the writing style was similar to mine, and then I told her about it. I'm fairly vocal about utterly despising how I write fiction; it is the complete opposite style of the fiction I like to read, so writing things takes a certain stubbornness and disgust to suffer through.
The beginning of the book was quite a slog. Like I said, I don't like reading the way I write, and it rings true that the style used in this book is similar to mine. I was very close to giving up on it.
But I persevered, and my enjoyment of the book quickly ramped up. At my settings, the book was 2060 pages long. It took me a week or so to read the first 900 pages and then I read the remaining 1100 in a single day.
I saved a lot of excerpts from the book. First time I've done that. The last page, in particular, felt very "me."
Maybe I did overstate a bit, but I highly doubt many recipes can become 30 minute meals for those with long commutes and long hours. Maybe just for meal prep Sunday, and just hope Escoffier's creations freeze well. Cassoulet is a simple enough and hearty recipe, but I imagine its suitability is due to its origins in French peasant cooking.