A few days before my 24th birthday, I moved into my first real apartment. It had beige carpet everywhere, even on the small balcony that looked out over a parking lot. It was in that apartment that I learned how to cook for myself. (It was also there that, after shaving my boyfriend’s head on the balcony, I learned another important lesson of adulthood: It’s hard to remove hair from a deep-pile carpet.)
I’d “borrowed” some cookbooks from my parents — Julia Child’s The Way to Cook, a couple of Chez Panisse titles — and in that apartment, Julia and Alice taught me how to cook. I made eggs in all styles, ratatouille, poached fish, and lentil salad. I tried pesto, white beans, and pasta with Brussels sprouts. I learned to cook simply and classically, relying mostly on salt, pepper, olive oil, and garlic for flavor.
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