Morsels

I may be the last person as obsessed with food and cooking as I am to have made my way to the theater to see Julia and Julie (or vice versa). It’s a sad commentary on my life that I had no girlfriends to go with me — though Dennis and I did get invited by a friend to go to a fabulous screening followed by a four course meal prepared by a local chef. But we were going to be out of town (Maine, lobsters, clams, fine recompense). And then all the women I knew had already gone with their friends. In any case, I have to say that I have the finest, bravest fifteen year old son because he agreed to go with me tonight (Dennis out of town) and sat there and laughed at all the right parts — I think he was a little amazed at all the sex that big galumphing Julia had. But I am hoping he learned something from that… at some point after one of their back and forths (so wonderfully portrayed by Streep and Tucci) I told him I hoped that he found someone in his life to love as much as they did one another. I think he understood what I was saying. Think it might have been overkill if I had suggested we head to the store, grab a duck and debone it together — just for the hell of it? It’s late and I am tired. Not really up to ducks, or sauces, or even poaching an egg.

Also a little jealous of that Julie Powell. Not the best writer but a hell of a concept. I empathized with her and her book dreams (and Julia’s as well). No cooking tonight — just a loaded burger from Five Guys. Yum, yum, yum. And hooray for American cuisine, n’est-ce pas?