The other night my boyfriend, Dan, and I watched the movie Julie and Julia. It's a really charming film based on the book with the same title. The story is a true one about a woman turning 30 and searching for something meaningful to do with her life. She started a blog where she documented the year she spent cooking her way through Julia Childs' cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
The blogger's story is mirrored throughout the movie by that of Julia Childs. It focuses on her time in Paris where she learned to cook and started writing the book that changed the world. If you haven't seen it, I suggest that you drop whatever it is that you're doing and find a copy this instant. Even Dan loved it.
There's a scene in the film where Julie Powell (the main character) is talking with her husband about the idea of blogging, which Julie is sure she can do but is struggling to think of a worthy focus. At the start of this conversation, she's in the kitchen spreading melted butter on thick slices of crusty bread, frying them, and then loading them up with diced tomatoes. As she's working her way closer and closer to the idea of food blogging, Julie's husband begins to eat. He's stuffing the buttery, tomatoey bread into his mouth and groaning in pleasure. He keeps repeating, "Oh, this is good", over and over, like a flavor-induced mantra.
