It was the end of the exams for my sisters so I decided to take them out for a movie myself. We wanted to catch 500 days of Summer, but there were no more seats left and thus, we bought tickets to see Julie and Julia instead.
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t give that movie much thought albeit its high recommendation by Professor Armstrong and in fact, I was a little glad that it wasn’t made compulsory to see as part of a class assignment because it sounded so boring. (Sorry!) But boy, I have never been more wrong. The first thing I did after I walked out of the theatre was to search the bookstore for Julia Child’s book. I didn’t manage to find it, but I really enjoyed the movie. It made my day.
Julie and Julia is a heart-warming tale starring Julia Child, the woman who introduced french cooking into America and Julie Powell, one of Julia’s avid fan who blogs her journey of cooking through every single recipe in Julia Child’s famed cooking book, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking.”
The movie starts off in Paris, 1948 where Julia Child, an American woman is living at, due to her husband’s job. Julia, unhappy and bored of staying at home decides to take on a new hobby. She tries everything from hat making to attending an instruction in contract bridge but none of it interest her. In the end, she decides to learn cooking professionally and takes a diploma class in Le Cordon Bleu, one of the most famous cookery schools in the world today. She finds her passion in cooking and her dream was to share french cooking with American women.
Fifty years later, Julia Powell, at the age of 30, is going through her own personal crisis. Working in a cubicle dealing with customer complaints isn’t exactly her dream job. And it doesn’t help to have friends that are beyond successful in their careers. Even her home is no consolation. She just moved into a small apartment in Queens, with her husband and she isn’t happy about its size, the noise nor the kitchen. Despite her tragic lifestyle, she managed to find solace in cooking. In an attempt to gain control of her life again, she comes up with a crazy plan to finish cooking all 524 recipes in Julia Child’s cookbook in a year. She puts in all of her energy into it and writes her experiences in a blog which in turn got her featured on the front page of a newspaper that brought her a string of editors who wanted to write about her blog.
However, the biggest twist in the story that shocked me greatly was the phone call informing Julie that Julia Child did not like her blog. An entire blog, dedicated to Julia Child, her recipes and her wonderful character that Julie admired so much, what reason was there for Julia not to love her?
I tried to find the answer online, (yes google is my best friend and my constant life-saver) and here’s what I found in an article from the LA Times written by the very person who called up Julia Child and asked for her opinion on the blog.
Of course, I was also interested in what Julia might think about it. So I printed out the whole thing and took it up to her. She hadn’t heard about it, but promised to have a look and get back to me.
I didn’t hear from her for several days, so eventually I called her up. “So Julia,” I asked, “what do you think?”
There was a silence as she gathered her thoughts. Then in that familiar reedy voice she nailed the answer: “Well,” she said, “she just doesn’t seem very serious, does she?
“I worked very hard on that book. I tested and retested those recipes for eight years so that everybody could cook them. And many, many people have. I don’t understand how she could have problems with them. She just must not be much of a cook.”
I guess Julia Child wasn’t happy with the way Julie Powell was constantly complaining about how hard the recipes were and the screw-ups which she vividly described in her blog entries. After reading the article, I could understand why Julia wasn’t too fond of the blog. Imagine something you have worked hard to perfection for 8 years being discriminated publicly in a joking manner by a random stranger.
Well, all that aside, I’m hoping to get that book under my Christmas tree(: Yeah, you got the hint**.
