I love movies. I'm a creature of habit, and if I like a movie (and own it), I usually watch it over and over again. One of those movies is Julie & Julia. It's sweet. There's a minimal of swearing. No violence (unless you count killing a lobster violence), and it's the success story of two women.
So I watch it often. And every time I watch it, I get motivated to cook. Not that I want to cook my way through Julia Child's cookbook mind you (or any cookbook for that matter), but maybe one or two recipes.
Tonight I took the bull by the horns and decided to make Bruschetta. Now, as ridiculous as this sounds, this has been on my mind for quite a while, but it intimidated me. Even I'm laughing at that thought now that I've actually made it. From scratch no less--well, not the bread, but maybe I'll make that from scratch next time. Amazingly I had all the ingredients except the tomatoes. But...right down the road from me is this awesome roadside stand that sells all kinds of wonderful produce--you know, I've mentioned it before when swooning over the great sweet corn they grow and sell. So I hopped into the car and went for tomatoes.
After purchasing the tomatoes, I took a short ride to see if I could find some photo ops for an assignment that's due soon. No luck, but I was psyched about the Bruschetta.
Long story short: the Bruschetta was soooo good. If I had only known. In the movie, Julie Powell is cooking with butter and she says, "Let me say this, is there anything better than butter?" I've adapted that: "Let me say this, is there anything better than Italian food?"
So. If for no other reason, today was a success because of a simple thing like Bruschetta.