hitting the mark

Just pulled some salty chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. I'm trying something new with these that I read somewhere. I let the dough sit in the fridge for 12 hours to let the dough dry out a bit. Ideally the dough should sit something like 36 hours, but I'm unwilling to wait that long for cookies. Ever. They don't seem that much different than usual, but will wait until they cool down to decide for sure.

Feels like forever since I last wrote. For some, probably not long enough, but I question why you're reading at all then.

I tried to see "Julie & Julia" last week, but it was a struggle. After hanging out with the FairSands (blackberry picking included), I headed to Fifth Ave, thinking I would have loads of time if I got there half-an-hour before the screening. Ya, right. Totally sold out. I just headed home, stopping to pick up Nick Malgieri's awesome The modern baker. (I realise I talk about this book a lot, but I HIGHLY recommend it if you enjoy turning on your oven at all. I even bought yeast for the first time EVER to attempt yeast bread. Borrow it from the library ASAP.)

Saturday after work I intended to go to the movie, but after speaking with my friend Sara, decided to hold off to go with her on Sunday after she finished work. Instead, I went to Valentino: the Last Emperor finally. It was so amazing, and I couldn't help but develop the hugest crush on Giancarlo Giammetti. This makes me so excited about The September issue when it opens in Canada later this fall. Dream job: working for a clothing museum as a librarian, mounting shows and compiling exhibition catalogues. How awesome would that be? So awesome.

I met up with Sara and then Aaron, stopping at the bookstore and then for a quick bite at Guu. We were all pretty excited about the movie and I couldn't stop being a nerd when they talked about the index in The joy of cooking. I loved Meryl Streep as Julia Child; did not love Amy Adams as Julie Powell. I would have liked the person who played her friend to actually be her; she was a bit more colourful. The movie picked uninteresting meltdowns to focus on. Where was the meltdown during the clogged up sink? No mention of having to order pizza after disasters. Sigh. Still, it's likely the sort of movie I will want to have in my collection for those days that I need something related to stuff I like. (Others in this collection: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Amelie, Pretty in pink... I would add Pret a porter and Issac Mizrahi's Unzipped if I could find them, perhaps Fashion show and Desk set and Party girl. Actually, all of those would be splendid. Yes, yes, splendid.)

Glenn, the peach, picked up the 1975 edition of The joy of cooking while he was at Powell's last week. The index is amazing; 63 pages! Swoon!