Friday, August 13, 2004

I just heard that Julia Child died. Wow. I mean, I guess it wasn't a big surprise because she was in her 90s. But she was one of those icons I never expected to die. Like Brando.
We all owe a lot to her and probably don't even realize it. The fact that we have such a diversified, melting pot (as it were) of a world kitchen to choose from when we eat is largely due to Julia Child. The cooking shows I watch (or watched when I had a television) from my sainted Alton Brown to that rat bastard Bobby Flay all owe their livelihood to Julia Child. If it weren't for her, I'd probably do all of my cooking from recipes passed down through my family. A very ethnocentric, Pennsylvania Dutch kitchen that would be.
Plus the fact that that's pretty much all of the old guard who created Public Televison gone. Julia Child, Fred Rogers and Jim Henson.
I'm afraid this will be a passing that people wont properly mourn because they really aren't aware of what they lost and how important it was to their everyday lives. As a gustatory experimentor and a ragamuffin gourmet, I'm finding that I'm much sader at this loss than I expected to be.





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