I watched this movie over the weekend. Rather a chick-flick but even my tom-boyish self found enjoyment in it.
I enjoyed the fact that she blogged about her experience, you never know who’s reading that may be going through something you can distract them from for a brief moment in their day.
It was about food. Yes, how I adore food. I adore cooking food. For a former obese person this might seem odd, but really, food TV is in many ways therapy for me. I don’t eat poor quality foods any longer but watching an episode or two of Diners, Drive-in’s and Dives warms my soul.
Anyway, back to the movie. The one thing that I took away from that movie was that I had never ordered Julia Childs cookbook. I felt I had been remiss in honoring such a wonderful woman.
I have countless cookbooks. Some of my favorites are YES Paula Deen, even in her stick of butter madness, she still cooks things I grew up eating. I’ll take the risk that once a year one of her recipes might kill me. Just sayin’.
I have a whole bunch of Southern Living cookbooks too. One in particular shows everything from how to set a table to how to carve a turkey. You never know when you might want to set a pretty table just because you can.
At one point in the movie, the main character Julie was distraught because a guest that was to attend dinner had to cancel. She was terribly upset because she had nothing to share with her blog readers. People from all over that she had connected with through her adventures in cooking the entire Julia Childs cookbook.
I loved it. All she wanted to do was reach people. I can relate.
These days, people get so wrapped up in “me, my, mine” that they totally never experience the joy of knowing other people. Just paying attention to what others are doing, simply listening is a most priceless gift we are all given.
Smile at someone. Hold the door for someone. Step out of your self-absorbed word and truly listen to another person. Watch a smile appear. Watch a tear stream. You never know until you do.