
A sumptuous story. Zola's Le Vendre de Paris.

I found this book when looking through a pile of cookbooks. It's a fun read. I waved it at my S.O. as he walked past, wondering if I had given it to him one Christmas. He said he bought it, had enjoyed it, and we could give it away. "
I'll send it to Tut Tut." I said.
(Unless she's already read it.) Trillin made me want to travel to New Mexico to eat sopaipillas (which I've only had once ~ in Texas) and posole, which I've never tasted.
here's an excerpt (I am too lazy to type it ~ you can click on it for easier reading.)
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Years ago, I spent my summer holidays reading through Zola's Les Rougon Macquart - the twenty-volume of which belongs Le Ventre de Paris.
Came across the genealogical tree Zola devised to keep track of his characters here;
http://www.dm.unipi.it/~traverso/Ebooks/arbre-rougon-macquart.txt
Vive le web, yes?
No, Avid, I haven't read that one. And I like Calvin Trillin.
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