The Oeufs en Cocotte section of the book intrigued me so much that I decided to make them myself.
Since my mother loved the movie so much, she decided that she absolutely had to have "Mtaofc" herself.
After the movie's success, many other people apparently had the same idea, and for the longest time, Sold Out signs sat on the place where the cookbooks should be.
Finally, after watching "How To Train Your Dragon" for the second time, we went to the Indigo across the mall strip and were overjoyed to find a beautiful, clean, crisp, hardcover, tenth edition copy of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". It was no original, 1961 edition like Julie Powell had used, but just the same...it was here and ours. We bought if for $49 Canadian and drove home with spirits high. I myself had spent $92 on the complete "How To Train Your Dragon" book series, but that's another review for another time.
Anyway, I flipped through the book and searched the index for the recipes for Oeufs en Cocotte and Sauce ei currie.
I finally found them and researched the ingredients and methods for making them. Then on the next Friday I had a free day in my chef class, I brought along everything I needed including the glorious book and set to work. The Curry Cream Sauce turned out perfect and tasted as Julie described it, "heavenly". The Oeufs en Cocotte turned out just fine, but during their cooking, I thought they were taking too long because they had not fully cooked after the set time in the recipe. None the less, once I had cooled them slightly and spread on the Curry Cream Sauce, I dined on my first complete recipe from "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". I felt very important and special in that moment.
I had made an extra one for my chef to taste and he said it was fabulous. I couldn't agree more and smiled modestly.
That night at work I told my boss and co-workers of the success of the book. My co-workers were supportive and happy for me but my boss (who is also a french chef) looked me square in the eyes and said, "Fuck Julia Child, she was a fat bitch who ruined French Cuisine. You ought to be reading cookbooks by Charlie Trotter and Thomas Keller." I really wanted to spew back a nice slurry of retorts, but I was a fearful coward of angering authority, so I nodded and smiled, and shrugged it off with a "whatever."
Talk about crushing people's dreams. Jeeze. I ended up leaving that place later on, for other reasons, but the one thing that stuck with me, was that.
Soon I hope to be able to own the second volume of the book and perhaps enjoy making things out of it, as I have with this one.