As a kid my culinary heroes were Martin Yan, Graham Kerr and Julia child.
Martin made it seem manly to cook, with his constant banter and signature chopping cadence. (I’ll still stop flipping channels today if I hear that sound. It’s as distinctive as his voice.)
Graham Kerr was, in my father’s opinion, “A Fruit.” But his energetic style captivated me, and I happily flipped to PBS to watch when I could.
But Julia.
What can you say about Julia? She was iconic. She was two of my aunts and my grandmother all wrapped up in one very captivating package. She talked about foods I, in my young life had never heard of, it was all so exotic and enrapturing.
She’d make mistakes and then quip happily “don’t worry, this won’t happen when you make this!”, when every other cook would have made another take. She dropped things. She sometimes seemed on the verge of spewing a string of expletives that would make my father blush.
Julia’s kitchen was as much a part of my home as my own. And I got to revisit it this morning, virtually at least.
The Smithsonian Institute has a new website on Julia Child’s kitchen. It includes a 360 degree panorama of the kitchen and a detailed look at 66 kitchen objects which are interactive with stories and videos. www.americanhistory.si.edu/juliachild
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