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“The good thing about starting your Thanksgiving feast with Oeufs en Gelée is that everything afterward is going to taste pretty goddamned great by comparison, and by the time we'd gotten through the gorgeously crisp and moist goose, the prunes stuffed with duck liver mousse, the cabbage with chestnuts, the green beans, and the creamed onions, aspic was largely forgotten, and we didn't even mind much that I had begun the Thanksgiving preparations with the absolutely insane idea that I would make chocolate soufflé for dessert once we were finished with dinner. This, of course, being the delusion of a diseased mind.”

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Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously

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Julie Powell
Julie Powell

Julie Powell, born on April 20, 1973, is an American author. She gained fame with her memoir 'Cooking for Mr. Darcy: A Year of French Cooking,' which chronicles her year-long attempt to cook 500 French recipes from The New York Times. more

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