Well, it’s pouring. No, let me change that to bucketing. For some, a depressing downer of a wet day, but for me, a perfect opportunity to hole up fireside and delve into post number fifty-one.
I’m not sure why it’s taken me so long to come to this place and point for inspiration. After all, I love this lady, her story, her blog and her wonderful book. She came highly recommended by a friend of mine a few years ago and let me tell you, one taste and I was hooked.
A ‘foodie’ I am not, but I do eat the stuff and I find it’s much, much better when delicious. (Simply picturing me winking here is sufficient because when I actually do it, I look a bit like my back just went out) I digress…
This Superwoman does it all; blogs, cooks, writes books, snagged a husband is a wife, runs businesses, grows babies, photographs all of the above and looks fabulous while doing it.
I’d like to say I adore this (insert one specific thing about her here) the most, but I can’t. The whole package is just crazy palatable. Her writing style is seducingly smooth; her subject matter, quite literally devourable.
Spending endless hours in the scullery, or simply eating what comes your way, this master of many trades will arrive at your heart’s doorstep whether she journeys there mentally or digestively.
Molly started her blog in 2004 and published her book in 2009. Her blog is still going strong and her book is a must-read. She connects food, dishes and recipes with reflections and her descriptives will have you salivating. The cuisine is undeniably delectable but honest accounts of her days in Paris, her father and his passing will have your heart aching.
This post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t acknowledge her grace and generosity. In March 2011, I emailed Molly, asking if she’d meet in an alley at Delancey (which she happens to own) during one of the nights I’d be in town. I never expected an answer, but thought it would be a good story, me explaining the nutty thing I’d attempted to pull off.
As luck would have it, she replied.
Within an hour…maybe less…I had an email from Molly Wizenberg saying; “Sure.”
I was ahh-mazed, ahh-stounded and ahh-bsolutely freaking out.
*Side Note: I am in no way encouraging anyone to follow my lead. This was over a year ago and ‘Mrs. Wizenberg’ has since started a second book, had a baby and opened another bar/restaurant (named Essex, FYI) and is, presumably, much, much busier than she was way back then.
I was very touched by her kindness and will never forget the evening or the experience. If you ever happen to read this, oh great one, I thank you from the bottom of my writer-reader heart.
By the way…the food just happened to be top-notch.