Julia Child is dead. While I had mixed feelings on her has a person (she said a number of homophobic things, I'm told), she was a great teacher and entertainer. She brought a certain elan to her kitchen that set the bar for the whole genre of cooking shows.
She was also a big part of my childhood. I grew up with her. When my mom would bring me home from kindergarten, we'd sit together and watch Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, followed by The French Chef. Then we'd go cook dinner for the family. That is probably why I am such a kitchen queen now.
My favorite memories:
When she dropped the roast. She picked it up, wiped it off, and said, "That's why we don't let other people in the kitchen when we're cooking."
The double oven. When I was a kid, I was mystified that Julia Child could put an uncooked dish into the upper oven, then open the lower oven and voila! it would be cooked in only seconds. I told my mom we should get one of those so we wouldn't have to wait so long for dinner.
Au revoir, Madame Chef.