Mr F and I finally watched the movie Julie and Julia last night. I’m not a film critic, but I thought Meryl Streep’s performance as Julia Child was “splendid”, and more than once I thought we were watching the legendary chef herself.
I can’t imagine how Julie Powell managed to cook her way through the entire Mastering the Art of French Cooking as well as work full time, and commute from Queens. I thought I was doing a lot to write this blog after standing at work all day, and with an hour-long commute, but after work I don’t have to buy ingredients, and then stand at the stove cooking 524 recipes for 350 days.
When I watched Meryl Streep with a mountain of onions next to her on the kitchen table as she perfected the art of chopping them (didn’t you love that scene?) I thought of the magazine article I read recently, where she said she didn’t have any good food memories from her childhood:
“My mother had a lot of things she wanted to do, and cooking wasn’t one of them,” Ms Streep said. “When I was 10 I went to a friend’s house. She and her mother were sitting at the table doing something to tennis balls. I asked them, ‘What are you doing?’‘We’re making mashed potatoes,’ they said‘What do you mean? Mashed potatoes come in a box,’ I said.They were peeling potatoes. I had never seen a potato.”