Julia vs. Martha
A few years back when Julia Child was alive and cooking, she made an appearance on Martha Stewart’s show. I remember it like it was yesterday, two grand ladies side-by-side. Julia, the first lady of French cuisine in the U.S with the distinct honor of having taught Americans how to eat the way the French do and Martha, Connecticut’s first lady showing Americans how to eat and live in style—the way she did.
On this particular episode they were both making a Croquenbouche, a French dessert made by creating a conical-shaped tree that is about 15 inches tall (38 cm). The tree is built by creating a brick-like assembly using profiteroles; small choux pastries filled with pastry cream which are held together with caramel.
Julia was now in her 90’s, leaning over and resting her entire body on her fist atop the table, while Martha was in her prime. As the two were working away each had a technique with a different ambition: Julia, passionately creating an organic, loosely shaped conical structure. Martha, mastering the art of perfection. By the time they were finished, Julia was exhausted, and with great deference Martha looked on Julia’s Croquenbouche—with kindness. I was entranced by both, the old guard and the new, the misshapen and the scientific. But I remember feeling anguish for Julia because at that time I admired perfection and didn’t appreciate the beauty in what she created.
When the idea behind Poetry of Food was still nascent, this episode replayed in my mind over and over, and it helped me be clear on what I didn’t want this food memoir to be. I didn’t want to pursue perfection, nor promote it. Far too often we miss out on what is good blinded by our search for the best. This path can be void of experiences good or bad.
I wanted this memoir to be about poetry and not perfection, where mistakes are a rich part of the story, and where the trials and tribulations become the seasonings that make it all memorable.
I confess that at the time I didn’t quite know Julia Child’s value, her wisdom and her poetic style of cooking. A lesson learned that I will recount over the many meals that will guide us as we eat our way through this food memoir.


