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Mastering the art of french cooking

So call me a Philistine, I only managed to watch Julie Julia over the weekend.  Now I might have missed quite a bit of this movie as Gerhard and Liam were chasing each other through the living room, yes the same living room that the TV is in, one on a push bike and the other screaming like a banshee (no of course Gerhard is too big for the push bike).  

The thing is that the part of the movie that I did manage to hear (I could see fine, I just battled hearing) was most excellent.  So inspiring, who in their right minds would attempt five hundred odd french recipes including the likes of Homard a l' Americaine (a lobster dish involving real live lobsters)?  And then have the time for a full time job and a husband.  Well Julie Powell of course. 

I was so inspired that I immediately started googling Julie / Julia Child and imagine my shock and horror when I saw that Julie started an affair whilst writing her second book. Why is is that things that we have no control over or did not know until a day or two before can still shock us to the core.  Here was I reading some inspiring blog by a woman called Julia Julie / Julia Project

This woman sounded like an idol, full time job, check, lovely supporting husband, check, living her dream of writing, check, fantabulous cook, check and then she goes and blows it all by having an affair.  This sort of spoiled the end of the movie for me. 

I always google things I like / love / enjoy.  Whilst reading Shantaram, I made the grave mistake of googling  Gregory David Roberts - I should not have done this.  I had a very different picture of this man in my head somehow, and now, well now its all spoiled.  Gregory David Roberts looks nothing at all like what I imagined.  Googling the Twilight series was a great idea though, Edward in the movies is much better looking that the Edward I pictured all along...
 
But Julie, I decided to look past all of this and I ordered your books online this morning, I will just not google as much whilst reading this, so this way, we can pretend that little affair never happened.  You are an inspiration - I love your blog and I loved the movie.  So tonight in honour of me finding a great read and a great movie (a rare find these days) I will be making a Beef Bourguinon, just me in the kitchen, the boys will probably be riding their scooters again, just us servantles African cooks*. 


*Just for the record, I would like to point out that I do have a servant called Sekai, an excellent cook, however she would never even consider beef and bacon in the same dish, she knows all about cholesterol.

 

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