It seemed like a good night to watch the movie but after enjoying a bottle of red wine with dinner, even I fell asleep for a part of the movie. (I think it was the part when Julie and her husband get in a fight and he storms out of the apartment. By the time I woke up, they were happy and in love again.)
It was a good read. Not a great read but I did find it enjoyable for the most part. I have since gone back to look up parts of her original blog and I suspect that her blog would be more entertaining. What the book did accomplish for me was a curiosity for French cooking. It made me wonder if I could actually do the same and if I could actually cook and eat that rich food for one year and still be able to walk up a flight of stairs?
I know what I was drawn to was watching Julie Powell change her circumstances. I love watching or reading about individuals who set their lives off on a different course not by methodical and logical planning but rather by listening to a quiet little voice inside that is encouraging and simply saying the word "yes". I love that she struggled, cried, swore her ass off, doubted, felt pride, enjoyment, peace and a sense of accomplishment and ultimately, it lead her to a place that she was meant to be in from the very beginning.
I thumbed through a copy of The Art of Mastering French Cooking by Julia Child yesterday at the book store. It looked retro and appealing. I just wasn't sure that the recipes could make it into a regular part of our lives. I will let you know if I do venture down the French culinary path. I'll add photos and let you know how much butter we consume and if I too, pull out a few "f" bombs along the way.
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