| Joy Does Not Go Out of Style |
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| Saturday, 23 May 2009 00:00 |
This is most worthy of your time. If you're a Julia Child fan, if you're a food history fan, if you want to hear various reflections on a life that was lived deliberately and with great joy. This panel of authors who knew her, studied her, wrote about her. I love that she had strong values but also was open and trying all along to improve. Great legacy from my idol. Lots of fun stories. Julia Child: Culinary Revolutionary There are some real gems that show why she has lasting relevance. Nose to tail eating, not wasting food, not settling for a bad meal. Not having children unless you're going to cherish them. Not giving in to food fundamentalism. Generosity. Tenacity. A good strong work ethic. I recall her saying in one of her shows that you should ask your butcher or your fishmonger this or that. If they didn't have a proper answer or a proper attitude you were not to settle for that. Certainly that assumes some means, but at base it is a consumer-empowerment message that we can all do well to emulate. A lot of us are still trying to get that message across in so many ways. Just this afternoon, I was saying, "learn what you can, share what you know, eat yummy stuff." That's Julia's influence right there. Then this evening Heidi at SavoryTV sent me this gift of a link. Thanks Heidi!! Judith Jones, Julia Child's editor at Knopf and author of The Tenth Muse; My Life in Food; Molly O'Neill, former New York Times Magazine food columnist and author of The New York Cookbook; Joan Reardon, author of M.F.K. Fisher, Julia Child and Alice Waters: Celebrating the Pleasures of the Table; and Laura Shapiro, author of the Penguin Lives book, Julia Child.
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written by Heidi , May 24, 2009
Thank you for the shout out, I'm glad it was helpful! Fora tv is wonderful. I really do miss Julia, may her legend live on forever.
Heidi
written by Jacqueline , May 26, 2009
You know that probably once a day I consciously think of her or something I learned from her. I think the only time in my life when I have been at a complete, utter loss for words was when I found myself behind her in line at the grocery store outside Harvard Square - Barsamian's I think it was named. There was my idol. Right there! There was no way to sum up the years of joy, the stabs at confidence, to thank her for the many gifts.
I like to think I show my gratitude every time I help someone laugh and relax in the kitchen. She'd be okay with that, I think. |
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