I saw the film last evening.
Before she changed the world, Julia Child was just an American living in France.
– Julie, in narration
Ah, I identify with that, for, we had a thing in common. I lived in France for a couple of years. And, while being functional in the language upon arrival (such as was Julia’s diplomat husband upon arrival — I went to one of the same schools as they), I was pretty damn fluent in reading and conversation (not writing) about six months in — enough to hold my own at a French dinner party lasting hours. I got invited to dinner parties a lot, and even put on a few myself. Do that, for French people, and you’ll never have fear or trepidation in cooking for anyone.
A French dinner party is either done right — simple, actually — or just not done. It’s critically important. Elegance is appreciated. Simplicity and logic from top to bottom: a must. I just now realized this: it’s easy to refer to a French dinner party as logical. Not sure why, but it fits, and it’s the first time I ever realized it. [Afterthought: the elegance is the simplicity and logic of it all.]
Moving on, it’s not quite a stemement for a paleo diet. It is a statment for the absolute love of Real Food. If you love food, go see it and feed your soul.
And now for the funny. With great applause on my part, they managed to skillfully work in the Dan Akroyd classic SNL Julia Child skit.