A Love Story with
Recipes
I thought I had read all of the
food memoirs that I owned, so I borrowed Lunch
in Paris from my aunt in order to have something “foodie” to read in this
year of books I hadn’t read before. (I did find something else that I’d
forgotten about and hope to get to soon.)
Elizabeth Bard decided to move to
Paris for her fabulous man, and found that language was not the only obstacle
to her easily fitting in. Among other things with which she struggled, she
addresses values, medical care, careers, and politics in Lunch in Paris. The book is not, however, a few hundred pages of
whining about how things are different in other places than they are in the good
ol’ USA. It’s also not about how things are better in other places. It’s about finding
a way.
Bard not only found her way through the markets and bistros and
teeny-tiny apartment kitchens in Paris, but also a way to make her die-hard
American ambition and optimism work in a place where such concepts were so
foreign as to be nearly alien. In the end, it seems she neither gave up, gave
in, nor forced her way through. She influenced her husband to successfully
pursue a dream career that he had not been convinced was possible, but had to
be more patient with her own success. She did things her more American way when
she could, but often had to just accept it when “FWA, baby.” France wins again.
She also has a lot of great things to eat through the course
of this story, and many recipes are included. What is most fun about this memoir,
however, is the engaging style in which it is written. It is funny, ironic,
witty and conversational. Bard’s optimism never seems to have waned, and, while
I won’t say she gives us an exact formula for making difficult things work, she
offers us a great personal example of how bravery, boldness and a little
audacity can be combined with just the right kind of open-mindedness and
compromise to create a meaningful life in an unfamiliar place. Perhaps a love
of great food, however, can get one a little further in a place like Paris.
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