- david lebovitz
quite a few times while reading "the sweet life in paris" by david lebovitz, i had to resist multiple urges to roll my eyes and sigh out aloud, even throw the book across the room - mr. lebovitz's writing style is hard to miss, unlike anything i've seen. he admittedly terms himself a a snotty french wannabe. he often offers either an explanataion or an apology immediately afterward. again, i had to resist these urges; "wouldn't it be considered too french?" is it that bad that i morphed myself into thinking just like him?
but the recipes. the recipes! they were the reason i got through the book. le chocolat chaud (hot chocolate) made from scratch on page 92 is mouth-watering and so easy to make. i don't know why i hadn't thought of it before...
i halfway succeeded in a can of homemade dulce de leche, and i will be trying that for the dulce de leche brownies (page 268). another recipe that caught my attention is called fig-olive tapenade on page 124 when the author "use[s] dark kalamata olives" (the book got better after that) and "pita bread points that have been brushed with spiced oil, then toasted until crisp" (take me home, please!) that sentence alone scored extra points for the author - it took me back home where pita bread is among the delicacy in daily eating habits.
i give this a 6.75 on the scale of 0 (absolutely cook-awful) and 10 (absolutely ex-cook-lent).


