I saw the movie tonight. I found it utterly delightful. Witty. Touching. Endearing. I thought it was an honest interpretation of the two women, based on their books.
I liked how they transitioned between the two lives, weaving them together in their similarities and making particular note of some of their differences.
We left with a tear in the year, yet feeling lighter than when we came as the story is a feel good one with moments of pure inspiration. Most of all we left….HUNGRY!!!
One of the first cooking scenes is Julie making bruschetta. I thought about that bruschetta the rest of the film and so did everyone else that I went with. You could hear the crunch of the butter fried bread, smell the fresh chopped garlic that danced around the basil. The tomatoes glistened with the olive oil and you could almost reach out and grab one off the plate.
We came home and made bruschetta! It had to be done. Right? What better way to end the evening? What better way to ensure an extra pound of butter on my thighs by daybreak? So worth it.
Toss the garlic, the basil and the tomatoes into a mixing bowl, add some olive oil, some sea salt, some fresh ground black pepper and a splash or two of red wine vinegar. Mix to incorporate.
Heat way too much butter in a skillet at medium high heat so that it is bubbling. Add 1 inch thick slices of french bread to the butter and let brown on both sides til crunchy and butter sodden.
Top bread slices with fresh tomato mixture and prepare to ooohhh ahhhh ohhhh and mmmm ALOT!