Here's an interesting interview with Julie Powell, author of "Julie and Julia" and now her new memoir, "Cleaving: A Book of Marriage, Meat and Obsession."
What a title.
In a rough spot in her marriage, Powell worked at a butcher shop in New York. Though I've not read "Cleaving," I understand--based on the interview--that Powell took that experience to work on her marriage and herself. If nothing else, it gave her focus.
"I'm a happier neurotic mess" is the way she describes herself these days. (And raise your hand if you can relate.)
The butcher shop setting reminds me of a funny tale from one of our local butcheries. Michael went up there one day and ordered a pound of whatever. (It doesn't matter.) And the butcher grabbed what he thought was a pound and put it on the scale. It came out exact, and he was quite pleased with himself. His boss, the shop owner, said: "Son, you're weighing meat; you're not landing the space shuttle."
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