When I read via Twitter that La Cuisine would be hosting a book signing for my favorite cookbook author, I immediately RSVPed for the event. I didn’t care if I had to quit my job; I was going to be meeting David Lebovitz.
So who is David Lebovitz? He’s a pastry chef turned blogger and author who left his job at Chez Panisse to move to Paris, where he’s been living for more than 10 years. He also writes a really funny and insightful food blog that I subscribe to and read religiously.
Some of my previous attempts at recreating David Lebovitz’s genius: chocolate almond financiers and chocolate meringue cookies with a dark chocolate ganache.
All cards on the table? I had hatched a plan to go the book signing and jokingly-but-not-really-joking-at-all ask David if he needed a pastry assistant. As I am no stranger to free labor after years of interning in Chicago, I dreamed up a fantasy of chatting with David over madeleines in his tiny Parisian kitchen, discussing blogging strategies while sipping Mariage Frères tea.
I can’t really sum him up any better than The Daily Beast, who reviewed his novel, The Sweet Life in Paris as:
“An insouciant and instructive frolic, written in the same hepcat, casual-but-intelligent style familiar to readers of his blog.”
I have no idea what ‘insouciant’ or ‘hepcat’ mean, but I assume that they perfectly describe his book, as well as his style of writing.
I asked a friend back home about the idea of suggesting free pastry-based labor to David.
“Would it be creepy if I just slipped my business card across the table and made a joke about working for him?”
“Uh, yeah. That would be creepy.”
But I was still going to go through with it. That’s how much I wanted to hang out with David Lebovitz.
That plan was thwarted when I finally saw him and completely forgot how to talk.
David is the dignified and bespectacled gentleman at right.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked when it was finally my turn to have my book signed.
“Is that what you want me to write?”
“Oh, that’d be great.” I then realized that I was a selfish jerk for getting a book made out to… me.
“It’s kind of a Christmas gift to myself,” I added, giggling nervously.
“Those are the best kind,” he said warmly.
Then he made some comments about html and spelling errors and I mumbled, “Okay, well thanks,” and quickly walked away.
So David, if you ever read this, I’m sorry I could barely talk when we met. It’s only because I think you’re super cool. And if you’re ever in need of a pastry assistant, taste tester, pot scrubber and/or kitchen bitch, I’m your girl.
A special thanks to the girl I babysit, Zoe, for being an excellent sport about coming with me to the event. And if you enjoyed this post please consider sharing it! The whole world should probably know about David Lebovitz. As always I love hearing what you have to say through the comments below.