Happy Birthday, Julia!

I adore this photo of Julia Child - I picked it because I feel it really sums up the chef and the woman behind the apron. Julia died two days shy of her 90th birthday in 2004, but is far from forgotten. A revolutionary force in the field of cooking and in American culture, Julia published a shit ton of cookbooks, conquered the world of PBS with more than 20 years of her own cooking show, loved to eat, loved to cook, loved her husband Paul dearly, and even worked as a spy for the CIA (then the OSS) after graduating from Smith. Never one to shun butter, Julia lives on in our arteries and our kitchens.To Julia!

"Lipstic on my belly-button and music in the air - thaat's Paris, son.


What a lovely city! What grenouilles a la provencale. What Chateauneuf-du-Pape, what white poodles and white chimneys, what charming waiters, and poules de luxe, and maitres d'hotel, what gardens and bridges and streets! How fascinating the crowds before one's cafe table, how quaint and charming and hidden the little courtyards with they wells and statues. Those garlic-filled belches! Those silk-stockinged legs! Those mascara's eyelashes! Those electric switches and toilet chains that never work! Hola! Dites donc! Bouillbase! Au revoir!"
-from My Life in France