Immoveable Feast: A Paris Christmas

Immoveable Feast: A Paris Christmas

by John Baxter


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Immoveable Feast: A Paris Christmas by John Baxter

A witty cultural and culinary education, Immoveable Feast is the charming, funny, and improbable tale of how a man who was raised on white bread—and didn't speak a word of French—unexpectedly ended up with the sacred duty of preparing the annual Christmas dinner for a venerable Parisian family.

Ernest Hemingway called Paris "a moveable feast"—a city ready to embrace you at any time in life. For Los Angeles–based film critic John Baxter, that moment came when he fell in love with a French woman and impulsively moved to Paris to marry her. As a test of his love, his skeptical in-laws charged him with cooking the next Christmas banquet—for eighteen people in their ancestral country home. Baxter's memoir of his yearlong quest takes readers along his misadventures and delicious triumphs as he visits the farthest corners of France in search of the country's best recipes and ingredients. Irresistible and fascinating, Immoveable Feast is a warmhearted tale of good food, romance, family, and the Christmas spirit, Parisian style.

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ISBN-13: 9780061562334
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 09/23/2008
Series: P. S. Series
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 354,057
Product dimensions: 7.16(w) x 10.90(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

John Baxter has lived in Paris for more than twenty years. He is the author of four acclaimed memoirs about his life in France: The Perfect Meal: In Search of the Lost Tastes of France; The Most Beautiful Walk in the World: A Pedestrian in Paris; Immoveable Feast: A Paris Christmas; and We'll Always Have Paris: Sex and Love in the City of Light. Baxter, who gives literary walking tours through Paris, is also a film critic and biographer whose subjects have included the directors Fellini, Kubrick, Woody Allen, and most recently, Josef von Sternberg. Born in Australia, he lives with his wife and daughter in the Saint-Germain-des-Prés neighborhood, in the same building Sylvia Beach called home.

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Immoveable Feast
A Paris Christmas

Chapter One

A Good Tooth

I've noticed that people who know how to eat are never idiots.
—Guillaume Apollinaire

When our daughter was eight, Marie-Dominique and I overheard her talking to another child as they bounced on a trampoline at a beach in southern France.

"Je suis une petite Australienne," Louise explained, "et mon papa est cuisinier."—"I'm a little Australian, and my father is a cook."

Neither statement was quite true, nor quite false either. Louise does hold dual Australian and French citizenship. And I do cook our meals, and have done so ever since I moved to Paris eighteen years ago to marry her mother. And each Christmas, for some years, I've also prepared Christmas dinner for my adoptive French family, up to twenty people.

In hell, it's been said, the drivers are Italian and the police French, while the lovers and, worse, the cooks are English. The Australia of my childhood still thought of itself as an outpost of the British Empire, and ate accordingly. Scandalously for a country abounding in succulent fish and seafood, fresh greens and salads, in mangos, papayas, and pineapples, Australian cuisine comprised hot dogs and meat pies, fried fish and chips, overcooked roasts, soggy vegetables, and canned fruit with canned cream. Meals were less a case of "chips with everything" than "chips instead of everything."

I can see most of my life as a flight from the horrors of the Australian table. It's ironic that, almost as soon as I left for Europe in 1969, its food began to improve, until today there are few countries whereone can eat and drink so variously and well. But by then it was too late. I was launched on a voyage that would take me, via the cuisine of a score of cultures, to safe harbor in the gastronomical capital of the world, and cooking Christmas dinner in Paris.

That a person raised in rural New South Wales, in the heart of the meat-pie-and-peas country, should end up preparing Christmas dinner for a French family with roots deep in the soil of medieval France, and, moreover, do so in a country house dating from before Australia was even discovered, seems the height of improbability.

First, I had no training as a cook, no experience in a restaurant, no diplôme from the Cordon Bleu school of culinary art. What I knew about food I'd learned the hard way, as a means of survival and to satisfy a craving to taste interesting things. Some people are born with a knack for drawing, the ability to sing in tune, or that flair for theatricality Noël Coward called "a talent to amuse." My inborn talent was more selfish. In Australia, anyone possessing a healthy appetite is said to have "a good tooth," and my qualifications for this title were impeccable.

Second, I was not French—a fact my new in-laws felt as keenly as I did, but were ready to endure because I made Marie-Dominique happy and because, far more important, we had added a child to the family.

My third deficiency was social. How could I become integrated into a distinguished French dynasty when my forebears were so low-class? Specifically, the Australian branch of the Baxters was descended from a criminal, albeit a not very skillful one. In the early nineteenth century, my English great-great-great-grandmother stole a bucket and was transported to the penal colony of Botany Bay, never to return. (She was one of the lucky ones. Had there been anything in the bucket, they'd have hanged her.)

As it turned out, I was wrong to worry that Marie-Dominique's family would think less of me for my convict forebears. The French are no strangers to vice. Indeed, they invented many of the more interesting ones and have worked hard for centuries to perfect the rest. To the French, sin—provided it is conceived with imagination and carried off with flair—is like the dust on an old bottle of burgundy, the streaks of gray in the hair of a loved one, the gleam of long, loving use on the mahogany of an ancient cabinet. It's evidence of endurance, of survival, of life.

Immoveable Feast
A Paris Christmas
. Copyright © by John Baxter. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this a few years back and enjoyed the details of preparing a meal, a process most would find to not be story worthy is brought to life.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting concepts about food. I find it interesting that a man is the head of the food during the holidays. He even cleans up the mess. The only thing I would like to have changed is the fact I do not speak another language and so that made it hard for me when there were no explanations on what was said. I wished I had been there to eat the pig.
Wanderluster More than 1 year ago
I'm not going to lie - I picked this book up based purely on my appreciation for the cover art and the fact that I'm obsessed with most things Parisian. Happily, the book is actually a very good read, and John Baxter is an excellent writer whose talent I can only dream of aspiring to. I truly hope he gets the recognition he deserves. The book is an easy and pleasurable read, but it's also brimming with the delicious little nuances of French life that American pseudo-Parisians like myself gobble up like the succulent piglet Baxter cooks up for his family's Christmas dinner. From the author's lighthearted recounting of his Australian boyhood to his mouthwatering descriptions of international cooking, "Immoveable Feast" is a literary buffet for the senses, and a great read no matter the time of year.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book. Recommended by Lynne Rosetto Kasper on her NPR website around the Holidays. She was right on with her recommendation. I have passed my copy on to others. Also bought several additional copies for gift giving at Christmas time.
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wonderful read