Something I have recently been inspired by is the beauty of French cooking.
A few weeks back I saw the movie “Julie and Julia” with my best friend and unfortunately as I got caught up in the many beef bourguignons I realised my reaction to food is scarily similar to Meryl Streep’s interpretation of culinary goddess Julia Child.
If you have seen this movie, you will have a fair understanding of how embarrassing and vocal I can be about a flavorsome dish. With this revelation, it is difficult to believe that my passion for gourmet delights is somewhat newfound.
Since visiting France a year ago, it would be an understatement to say that I have been somewhat obsessed with “La Vie Francaise”.
From the moment my plane landed in Paris, I came to recognise a significant change in myself. I was intoxicated by the way in which the local people lived for food and good company and before I knew it, I was entranced by they way they lived their lives.
Yet this lifestyle adoration was obsolete in comparison to my first bite of a French cake (I can still taste the cream and lemon pastry).
So immediately upon my return to Australia I began my personal quest to cook like the French. Channeling my inner domestic goddess (somewhat rusty after four months of backpacking and pre-made supermarket dinners), I drowned myself in recipes, ingredients and tubs upon tubs of butter.
After flat soufflés, a multitude of burnt crepes and covering my kitchen in at least five layers of flour I have been inspired to persevere by the French’s love of simple, flavorsome meals. I have learnt to appreciate and limit myself to seasonal produce and the desires to satisfy my increasingly demanding taste buds.
I have been seduced by the lifestyle of enjoying a two hour lunches with family and friends (importunely limited to weekends) and enjoying every mere morsel of my meal.
It’s fair to say that these meals are not always the healthiest, but the taste and delicacy of these feasts weigh out (most of) my guilt.
In such unstable economic and hectic times it’s essential that we take a leaf from their book. Stop trying to impress all those we know with fancy, expensive dishes and turn back to basic, well cooked meals and indulge in the beauty of the food and company itself.
And so, with fork in hand, I have concluded that Europeans have it all worked out when it comes to eating. Food is about joy and indulgence, but most of all (even more than butter), it is about sharing something with those you love.

Picture: Julia Child's kitchen