|My 1883 copy of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables, found for $5 at The Friendly Bookstore in Rogers, Arkansas|
I have waited so long for this day.
It is here, it is finally here! Les Miserables is in theaters!
Trailer after trailer I have watched for months. Taunting me of what is to come. Don’t mock me by a quick cameo of Russell Crow without him shouting/singing “My duty’s to the Law, you have no right, come with me 24601…” It’s frustrating. I want to hear it all, see it all. I want to lip-sync along with every single word.
Yeah, I know every single word in Les Miserables.
Put THAT on my LinkedIn profile.
My love for Les Mis goes back to 1997 when Dennis and I first saw it on Broadway in NYC. We loved it so much that we came back and stayed at the Marriott Marquis where all we had to do was walk downstairs, turn right, and we were at the box office. We have watched it five times over the years, along with the not-so-great Liam Neeson film version in 1998 (so bad, so very bad), and the oh-so-very-great 25th anniversary concertpresentation in 2010. That CD is a must-buy.
Les Miserables is a story about good verses evil, man verses man, and man verses himself. It’s a love story, an inspirational story, and a timeless story that leaves me stirred up with the grand finale, feeling satisfied that all will be just fine after all.
You will be moved. The music will pleasantly haunt you for the rest of your life.
So are you wondering what Les Miserables has to do with this all-things-foodie blog?
Jean Valjean stole some bread.
Justifies that stealing bread was worth it.
He was so foodie.
Eat well, my friends. Eat well.