To Julia Child
This is a tribute to Julia Child and her incredible husband, Paul Child.
I just finished watching the movie Julie and Julia, a story about the lives of two incredible women who loved food and the art of food making.
But, what stood out to me, was that, the both had incredibly supportive husbands. Husbands who saw them, encouraged them, and above all, didn’t stand in their way to greatness.
I loved seeing the movie. The simplicity of their lives. The togetherness of their lives. The community the surrounded themselves with.
The vivaciousness of Julia Child amused me. She was comfortable in her skin. It is no surprise she died at the age of 91.
You can’t live your life doing what absolutely sets your heart on fire without living to an old age.
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It would be remiss of me to not express my admiration for her husband, Paul Child. Who loved her, adored her, and supported her.
He was her biggest supporter. He saw her and didn’t require her to change anything about her (at least according to the book)
He didn’t tell her she was doing too much or she was insane to be the only woman in a class full of male chefs. He bought her a mortar and pestle to encourage her. He empathized with her inability to bear children and together they travelled and dined until his death in 1994 at the age of 92, ending a 47-year old marriage.
Oh, how lonely she must have felt. To have lived another 10 years without the love of her life. Julia died at the age of 91, in 2004.
One thing that scares me is my husband dying and leaving me all alone in this world. Because where are you going to? To do what? But that is by the way. It won’t happen. We will both die peacefully in our sleep in our 90s, holding each others hands after a night of partying, drinking, and eating.
Raise a glass with me to Julia Child, Paul Child, and every incredible love story out there. May our days be filled with love and may we each find our own person.
You are the butter to my bread and the breathe to my life_Paul Child.
Bon Appetit!
