The youngest and I watched Julie and Julia tonight. It was my Mother’s Day gift made even more special by her watching it with me.
Lots of things were refreshed in my mind. One was how charming the Julie character is in the movie when she was a whole lot more sharp-edged spitfire very fond of certain foul language in her book. The other was the wonderful relationship Julia and her husband appeared to have had.
At the end the movie offered that Julia had lived to the age of 91. It still astounds me. I look at a stick of butter and feel guilty. That woman practically swam in the stuff and lived for 91 years.
For the curious, here’s Julie’s take on Julia’s death. Be aware of a needed language alert. Even in Julia’s death Julie just couldn’t let that word go.
My grandfather lived to be 89 and was just two weeks shy of his 90th before he died. He used butter and bacon and cream…also had his glass of red wine with dinner every night. He was an avid gardener – had his own grape arbor and made wine. Don’t feel guilty – our bodies know how to process butter better than the fake stuff. I say everything in moderation.