I am so far behind on news, I only just found out that Julia Child died!

Growing up, I watched Julia on PBS. There was something about her I just loved. She was tall and so skillful in the kitchen. The thing is, she wasn’t perfect. If she dropped something, she’d just laugh. I read an article about her a few years ago and she led the most facinating life. She was a spy during WWII and later traveled extensively. Her husband was a poet and he wrote her beautiful poems. Here is my favorite:

O Julia, Julia, cook and nifty wench,
Whose unsurpassed quenelles and hot souffles,
Whose English, Norse, and German, and whose French,
Are all beyond my piteous powers to praise-
Whose sweetly rounded bottom and whose legs
Whose gracious face, whose nature temperate,
Are only equalled by her scrambled eggs:
Accept from me, your ever-loving mate,
This acclamation shaped in fourteen lines
Whose inner truth belies its outer sight;
For never were there foods, nor were there wines
Whose flavor equals yours for sheer delight.
O luscious dish! O gustatory pleasure!
You satisfy my taste buds beyond measure.
(Birthday 1961 by Paul Child)