Mike and I spent last week with his brothers and sisters in St. George for our yearly get-together. Mike's brother Kent lives in Florida and so we all make an effort to spend time together in September when Kent comes to Utah. It has been a very bonding time. The guys play a lot of golf and watch football. The women try to keep themselves entertained. One afternoon we went to the movie Julie and Julia, together. It was a joy. I smiled through the entire movie.
My new office closet has an entire wall of book shelves. Since seeing the movie I couldn't wait to get home and find my old copy of "Mastering the Art of French Cooking," by Julia Child. I have had it for 25 years or so. It was given to me by my friend Cheryl Johnston when she moved out of our neighborhood, many years ago, as she was moving to Australia and had to minimize her stuff. I have looked at it a few times but it definitely wasn't one of my recipe book staples--French cooking and kids? I don't thinks so. I was very disappointed to find that it wasn't there. I must have chucked it when we moved 2 years ago. I remember holding it in my hand and wondering if I should keep it. In my mind I did but it is nowhere in the shelves. I made a second cut of books when they all didn't fit and it must have gone then.
I checked http://fetchbook.info/ for a used copy. $15 plus shipping is cheaper than I expected but I doubt I will get it again.
The story is about 30 year old Julie who spends a year cooking every recipe in the book and blogging about her experiences. Because I blog, cook and am tall this story made me feel connected. Meryl Streep couldn't have been a better Julia Child. I was amazed at how tall they made her look. I know Julia Child was over 6 feet. Amy Adams as Julie was so fresh and charming you couldn't help but adore her. There is a very gratuitous "F" word and I am not sure why they included a negative comment that Julia Child was to have said about Julie's blog at the end. It left a little question in me.
I will never feel the same about butter and I am anxious to see this another time (with Mike, I think he will like it. He can handle chick flicks) and I may want my own copy so when I need to smile I can watch it again.