A truly wonderful book. Ellerbee has been a favorite author/TV personality for some time. I don’t know how I have missed this one, but I am so glad I found it.
Ellerbee writes about her many world travels and the delicious meals she experiences. But there is so much more here.
During a trip to France, in 1976, Linda and her first husband meet a retired English major and his wife. Linda asked if they had tried the delicious soupe de poisson and “Mrs Major said certainly they had not tried the ‘poison soup.’ You couldn’t trust foreign food, she said, especially not French food. Mrs. Major ordered another gin and tonic for the major, protecting him from all that untrustworthy French wine. “Have you been to the open-air market? Some vegetables still have dirt on them. They’ll eat anything, these people. We brought cases of good, tinned English food with us. We have enough for all of Europe.” The next morning we sought out the open-air market. There was dirt on the vegetables; they were that fresh. I wanted to hug the baby carrots and tell them that everything would be okay, any day now the English would take their caravan of canned food and go invade Italy.”
“Right after I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I did make time for flowers and chances and it was then I discovered the woods, a gift that apparently had been waiting years for me, a Gulf Coast gal with a centrally air-conditioned past. I was not raised to sleep outdoors or to walk places. I was a Texan, not a Girl Scout. In a TV Guide cover story about my having had cancer, I said I was fifty and had not made up my mind whether to have a face-lift or go on an Outward Bound expedition. The following week I got a call from Outward Bound. ‘Don’t have the face-lift.’ I was sure they must be kidding.”
Then follows a short story of five canoes and ten women and the Potomac River that serves as basic training for the Colorado River. Then comes the tale of the Outward Bound trip down the Colorado. It is a tremendously funny and moving piece of writing. “Julie asks if we know the difference between a fairy tale and a river story. We say we don’t. ‘Well,’ she says, ‘a fairy story begins, “once upon a time…” and a river story begins, “no shit, there I was.…”’
As I write this, I keep reading pieces to my daughter Sarah and wanting to quote massive amounts of the book for you. Instead, I will strongly suggest that you find a copy and enjoy food and travel with an extraordinary woman