Drew is on the cover of the new issue of Marie Claire. Such a great article … Drew talks about her love of cooking, motherhood & family, and her new photography book. Plus we get to hear from her friend and partner Nancy Juvonen.

“I found the porn section!” Drew Barrymore is shouting through the narrow aisles of Book Soup in West Hollywood. An older woman perched behind the counter narrows her eyes, watching while Barrymore longingly strokes the spines of several hardback books, none of which contain anything saucier than, well, sauce.

“I looooove cookbooks,” Barrymore, 38, exclaims. “I cook a lot when I’m pregnant.” The actress-producer-entrepreneur and, with her recent photography volume Find It in Everything, author has a 16-month-old daughter, Olive, with art consultant husband Will Kopelman and is due with their second daughter in March. “When I got pregnant the first time, I couldn’t even boil water.” By logging long hours on food channels and poring over recipes, she taught herself to cook. “Now I can make the most spectacular slow-roasted pork tacos you will ever have, an incredible verde sauce with ancho chilies—so fucking good.” Barrymore eagerly scrolls through her iPhone for her latest triumph: “A Greek yogurt pie with lemon zest and pepper filling on a gingersnap crust with black seedless grape compote,” plated on vintage china, a hand-embroidered napkin folded off to one side. “Amazing!” she beams.
The same could be said of Barrymore’s transformation from the fast-and-loose genial wild child who trumpeted her bisexuality and flashed her breasts at David Letterman when he turned 48 (there are worse birthday gifts) into an organic-omelet-whisking, cabbage-rose-gardening, modern-Martha wife and mother. Gone is the “love of love” that for decades magnetized her to dubious dudes (Tom Green, Fabrizio Moretti, Justin Long) and kept her in a sudsy romantic churn. Instead, a cozier, cultivated domesticity has her house-hunting and school-screening in New York City to nest closer to her in-laws, Coco and Arie Kopelman, the former head of Chanel. This is New Barrymore, or, as her sister-in-law and writer Jill Kargman labels her, “Jew Barrymore.”

“I try to be a good shiksa wife,” explains Barrymore. “I go to Central Synagogue in New York.” She also attempted to prepare a Passover Seder when she and her husband were courting. “It was a disaster. I screwed everything up. And I got the date wrong. I ended up taking him to a really awesome Seder at [Working Title president and producer] Liza Chasin’s house.”

Casual friends for several years, Kopelman and Barrymore reconnected in January 2011. A year after their first date, they were engaged. Six months after that, they were married. “Sometimes whom you least expect is the person you fall for,” Kopelman, 36, says. “It was a combination of moments: watching her with my nephew. Traveling with her. Going to museums with her. I knew, adding them up, this was it.” He laughs when recalling her reaction to him not seeing key films in her oeuvre. “She was angry and surprised I hadn’t seen Grey Gardens or Ever After and immediately sat me down and had me watch them.”

Kargman says Barrymore reminds her of their mother, who would pull exquisitely roasted lamb from the oven while wearing ballgowns: “That combination of glamour and homeyness is so Drew!” The familial comparison brings tears to Barrymore’s eyes. Over lunch at the decidedly old-fashioned joint The Musso & Frank Grill—a favorite of her grandfather John Barrymore, whose Hollywood star sits outside the entrance—she confesses, “I don’t know anybody in my family of origin. The other day someone asked me what my mother’s mother’s name was, and I was like, ‘No idea.'” In the dim light, Barrymore resembles her famous kin, with a gently sloping face and the bow lips of a 1930s screen gem. She says she feels of a different time, and though dressed in a white quilted “$19 Princess Leia–looking tunic from Topshop” and jeans, Barrymore rhapsodizes about pouring herself into a gown and teasing her hair into a giant beehive.

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