She's like Betty Crocker except better, because she's real and she's French.
Her name is Françoise Bernard, and she taught me how to cook here in the land where every woman seems to naturally know how to. (I am achingly aware of how sexist that sentence is, and also achingly aware of how "everyone" would be factually incorrect.)
Her name is Françoise Bernard, and she taught me how to cook here in the land where every woman seems to naturally know how to. (I am achingly aware of how sexist that sentence is, and also achingly aware of how "everyone" would be factually incorrect.)
My French husband, who doesn't really know how to, was the proud owner of this very volume when I moved to France to be with him in 1990. I don't think he had opened the book up very often, but 18 years later, it is falling apart from use.
New editions are available, of course, with a fresh pink and green cover:
Someday I may invest in the updated version of this bible of French cooking...someday..
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