@sparklylegwarmers: Kind of nice to know that "the movie editions of 'My Life in France,' the 2006 book that chronicles Ms. Child’s years there and provided biographical material for the movie, have been reprinted nine times by Knopf."
There is actually someone smart enough to have read Child's book who thinks that a can of mushroom soup is healthier than a nice dollop of fat? Oy.
And does no one notice that the lady herself lived to a vigorous 91, in fine fettle to the end? Good ingredients, small portions, and, as I'm sure Julia would add, lashings of gin and butter - that's the secret to a long and happy life.
@Muscato: I'm so charmed by this comment that I want to toast you with a glass of Muscat, even though I loathe sweet wines.
Julia did love her alcohol--there's a lengthy confessional in her adored "My Life in France" where she talks about how she and Paul routinely killed a bottle of wine at lunch and another at dinner, plus assorted mixed drinks when the cocktail hour struck. And how this boozing regimen plus the steady intake of butter initially gave them both terrible tummy aches, or as the French put it, "crises de foie."
Julia wasn't a Brit. She was from California. She just came from an uptight WASP family who spoke the way they do in old movies. Julia was joyously American in the very best sense.
@Airvault: But how sexist of her to choose the boy! I don't know how Julia could keep putting things in ovens like that. It must have been a torment Nora Ephron chose not to touch on.
(All right, I'm being fucking awful here, and I apologize for the black humor. And I also apologize to black comedians everywhere too. Ugh, I hate myself. )
@Baroness: I didn't really think of Julia as American or British. Really she just seemed otherworldly. If someone told me as was from Mars, I would have believed it. But yep, born in California.
@Airvault: Julia was a famous markswoman, and her legendary feat of bringing back 10,000 dead dingoes for bored American housewives to make a tasy meal of is not something i'll let you scoff at, sir. In fact, i believe it's a major upcoming plot point of Mad Men. Betty's about to kill Don, when suddenly Julia's blood bespattered image appears on the black-and-white TV. Instead of murdering her husband, Betty makes a tasty roast loin of dingo, with an apricot and garlic sauce. And the children wonder where the family dog went to.
Ha - I went to Vassar with this guy (did he even graduate) and pseudo-taught him as a TA in a technical theater class - its all true, he really is a howling drooling idiot. And at the time he kinda smelled.
This is what happens when people who throw parties for a living refer to themselves as "PR Gurus" and what not. Those who actually "do" PR aren't really surprised by this self inflicted meltdown. She probably can't read, she certainly can't write and she has a face for radio. Meh to all of it.
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And does no one notice that the lady herself lived to a vigorous 91, in fine fettle to the end? Good ingredients, small portions, and, as I'm sure Julia would add, lashings of gin and butter - that's the secret to a long and happy life.
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Julia did love her alcohol--there's a lengthy confessional in her adored "My Life in France" where she talks about how she and Paul routinely killed a bottle of wine at lunch and another at dinner, plus assorted mixed drinks when the cocktail hour struck. And how this boozing regimen plus the steady intake of butter initially gave them both terrible tummy aches, or as the French put it, "crises de foie."
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(All right, I'm being fucking awful here, and I apologize for the black humor. And I also apologize to black comedians everywhere too. Ugh, I hate myself. )
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Or perhaps she really is this deranged. In which case the purple unicorn who lives in her microwave had better start xeroxing his resume.
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