By Contributing Food Editor Jared Levan
Dear Julia Child,
With this week marking what would have been your 100th birthday, I felt obliged to commemorate your life and your accomplishments.
Before you were Julia Child, you were Julia McWilliams of Pasadena, California. It’s hard to believe, but you weren’t always passionate about food and cooking.
You met your husband, Paul Child, and fell in love. You and Paul moved to Paris–unbeknownst to you, this relocation would change your life forever.
While there, you fell in love again (this time with food). The passion and curiosity that blossomed led you to train at Le Cordon Bleu and work with some of the finest chefs.
Food made you smile.
Your fondness for the art of French cooking was so strong, that you wanted to share it with the world outside of Paris. And while it was a long and labored process, you managed to write one of the most iconic cookbooks of all time, paving the way for home cooks, mostly women at the time, to embrace cooking with many of the techniques and flavors you’d found so moving across the Atlantic.
That book–Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
With the book, came fame. So much so that you had your own television show…which eventually became about eight more.
And at least one movie. Meryl Streep played you and it was magnificent.
Sometimes, you cooked with swords.
Sometimes, a mallet. You had a tool for everything.
The world fell in love with your food…your beef bourguignon most of all.
Food introduced you to some of your greatest friends (here, with Jacques Pepin).
Paul remained by your side through this journey of food and fame.
You grew old together.
And quite a journey it was. Your story goes down in history as one of the most inspiring examples of living your dreams through food. You will always be remembered. We love you, and we miss you.
Rest in Peace, Julia.