All hail Julia Child. I’m not a spiritual person, but Julia is pretty much my deity, my light, and my lord and saviour.
I’ve watched many episodes of her TV shows and pored through her books. She’s the grandmother of food TV who paved the way for five decades of programs that have showed the world that anyone can learn to cook. (n.b. please don’t blame her for the ridiculousness that has taken over the Food Network in the past 10 years- there’s no way she could have seen all of that coming. Julia was the antithesis of all this flame-covered, neon garbage.)
She had a kind, relaxed manner, an infectious laugh, and a fantastic sense of humour. Her show was slow-paced, unrehearsed, and massively useful to any person who wanted to learn to cook. She was also a woman who was often referred to as larger than life: strong, imposing, powerful, and unyielding in the best way.
Her attitude could teach us all a thing or two. For example:
On events: “A party without cake is just a meeting”
On rabbit food: “The only time to eat diet food is while you’re waiting for the steak to cook.”
On the fear of fat: “If you’re afraid of butter, use cream.”
On mistakes and learning to cook: “Maybe the cat has fallen into the stew, or the lettuce has frozen, or the cake has collapsed — eh bien, tant pis! Usually one’s cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, as my ersatz eggs Florentine surely were, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile — and learn from her mistakes.”
On America: “How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?”
Julia’s legacy lives on through the whole generation of home cooks that she empowered. Watch below as she tackles one of the most daunting feats of pastry magic, and rejoice because you can find dozens of episodes of The French Chef on Youtube.