Julia Child, one of my goddesses, would’ve been 102 today. While prepping for a dinner party this Sunday, it’s good to be reminded of her no-nonsense advice:
The young hostess should be advised never to say anything about what she serves, in the way of ‘Oh, I don’t know how to cook, and this may be awful,’ or ‘poor little me,’ or ‘this didn’t turn out’…etc.etc. It is so dreadful to have to reassure one’s hostess that everything is delicious, whether or not it is. I make it a rule, no matter what happens, never to say one word, though it kills me. Maybe the cat has fallen in the stew, or I have put the lettuce out the window and it has frozen, or the meat is not quite done…Grit one’s teeth and smile.
Ah Julia. I have such fond memories of her. But this is priceless.
She is so quick on her feet. Really funny.
“Maybe the cat has fallen in the stew”?!? Of all the things I fret about when cooking, I’ve never worried about *that* before!
I guess, even then, we’re supposed to be cheerful about what we’re serving.
I’ve seen this clip before…hilarious and so Julia.
I’d never seen it before. She was as quick as David Letterman, and that’s hard.
Interestingly, this clip was the last time I watched the David Letterman show. He NEVER let any of the guests finish what they were brought on to demonstrate, particularly chefs. The show was all about him, I thought. But Julia definitely shone in this one, as she usually did.
You don’t mess with Julia Child.