In the story, Julie is having a particularly bad day at the office, goes to the grocery store and buys a few random things and then proceeds to make potato soup, which is heavenly.
This week, I seem to have gotten some mysterious upper respiratory thing - which is unusual because A. It's June and B. I never get sick.
I get sick so rarely that when I do, I become a big whining baby who mopes about feeling tired and sorry for herself. So I was rereading Julie and Julia and read the part about Julie making potage parementier and thought, "this is exactly what I need right now."
