Just finished a delightful snack of sour dough French bread, spread with a delectable, double-cream brie, and served with a beautiful Cabernet as a tribute to the movie Julie and Julia. The movie was inspirational in so many ways. And it felt like a calling to see it again and perhaps again.
As a writer, who loves to eat and write about food, and who also loves Paris, the movie touched me on many levels. The street scenes with Julia Child engaging the vendors of huiles (oysters) and poivres (pears) while sampling their wares reminds me of times spent strolling the markets of Paris in search of the perfect bunch of grapes for an afternoon picnic. Julia is enthralled by the abundance of fresh fruits and vegetables, fish and meats.
While watching the scene where the Sole Meuniere is served, I could almost taste the soft, flaky fish served in the browned butter sauce when Julia gives a forkfull to her husband Paul. And when she offers a taste of brie to her sister, my mouth watered for the succulent creamy flavor of the soft cheese. I could echo Julia's sentiments, "Is this not the most delicious cheese you have ever tasted?" as she gobbles up the dab of brie from her fingertip.
Julie the blogger discovers a similar joy in following the recipes and techniques of the woman who taught American women how to cook in the French style. Just the way she and her husband devour the poached eggs and chocolate cake says love.
Pure enjoyment of food. That's what comes through in this movie. Preparing--cooking--and savoring the flavor is always a joy to share.
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