I can not say that I am not equally excited and enthralled in the buzz surrounding this film. I read the book about two years ago before I had a blog of my own and found it a very easy, fun and uplifting experience. At the end of the book the author mentions that Julia Child's kitchen in which she cooked, entertained and filmed her show was donated to the Smithsonian in 2001. The kitchen and its contents were on display at the American History Museum. How convenient! Since I lived in DC it would be a breeze to hop on the Metro and spend an afternoon gawking at Julia's culinary possessions. There was one small detail that I forgot as I planned the excursion. At the time I read the book, the American History Museum was undergoing a two year long renovation and was closed down.
A few months ago Forrest and I found ourselves downtown with a few hours to kill before we met some visiting family members. The American History Museum had recently reopened and I knew I wanted to stop in and visit a particular exhibit. At this point in life I was completely immersed in my blog and had worked my way through about 150 recipes of my own. Cooking had a whole new meaning to me than it had a year earlier when I read the book. I headed straight to the exhibit and spent the next hour tickled pink. Her entire kitchen had been moved from her Massachusetts home and reconstructed just as she had it for 42 years. Outside of the kitchen they had displays of her cooking utensils (this women had it all), her Le Cordon Bleu diploma and the first edition of Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
Excuse the glare in the shots. Everything was encased in glass. Curse you museum gods!
Julia Child hovered at six feet two inches and her husband custom built all of her cabinets and countertops in her kitchen to be the perfect height for her tall stature. My favorite was the picture below of Julia cooking in her tiny Paris apartment as a young women. She looks so at ease in a situation that looks amazingly uncomfortable.