My book club read Julie and Julia last month. In general, we all enjoyed the book. The "f-word" was used liberally in Julie's blog. That didn't bother me when reading, except to think, "I wouldn't write that way". The rest of the group wanted to know how it was for a "food blogger" to read it. If truth be known, I was a little jealous. It seemed that Julie developed quite a following in a year, as measured by number of comments. She didn't even post photos of the recipes. I thought about how much time I spend blogging, when it is "just a recipe". I enjoyed the sections about Julia's life in Paris, and of course I zeroed in on both of the women's relationships with their husbands. The biggest turn-off in the book was Julie's housekeeping. The descriptions of cat hair, maggots, and stacks of greasy pots and pans really grossed me out. YUCK! I also thought her husband was a SAINT! She really did whine a lot!
I remember watching Julia Child on television as a child. She had quite a big presence and a distinct voice and laugh. I vaguely remember she looked like she enjoyed cooking and eating.
I first saw the movie with Brad last weekend. We both laughed, and I cried when Julie completed her project and went to see the Julia display at the museum, leaving butter. I LOVED Stanley Tucci as Paul, and enjoyed their romance and the sweet scenes between them. I loved Julia's sister's wedding scene, Julia showing up the male chefs, and really forgot I was watching the incredible Meryl Streep. She WAS Julia! I really liked The movie's Julie character, and had so much more empathy for her than I had in the book.
I watched the movie again last night with my book club. I enjoyed it just as much the second time around, and noticed a few things that I had missed the first time. Is there anything Meryl can't do? She looked pretty good with those onions and the omelette.
What a fabulous passion for food!
After the movie, Brad told me I was the "olive oil on his bruschetta", and the "breath of his life". This Francophobe is now going to read, My Life in France.