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But my favorite remained the basic roast chicken. What a deceptively simple dish. I had come to believe that one can judge the quality of a cook by his or her roast chicken. Above all, it should taste like chicken: it should be so good that even a perfectly simple, buttery roast should be a delight.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
In the blood-heat of pursuing the enemy, many people are forgetting what we are fighting for. We are fighting for our hard-won liberty and freedom; for our Constitution and the due processes of our laws; and for the right to differ in ideas, religion and politics. I am convinced that in your zeal to fight against our enemies, you, too, have forgotten what you are fighting for.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
If variety is the spice of life, then my life must be one of the spiciest you ever heard of. A curry of a life. -Paul Child
— Julia Child, My Life in France
I’m afraid that surprise, shock, and regret is the fate of authors when they finally see themselves on the page.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
…the average Frenchman would shrug, as if to say: “These notions of yours are all very fascinating, no doubt, but we make a decent living. Nobody has ulcers. I have time to work on my monograph about Balzac, and my foreman enjoys his espaliered pear trees. I think as a matter of fact, we do not wish to make the changes that you suggest.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
I discovered that when one follows the artist’s eye one sees unexpected treasures in so many seemingly ordinary scenes.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
What impressed me most was how hard [Julia Child] worked, how devoted she was to the “rules” of la cuisine française while keeping herself open to creative exploration, and how determined she was to persevere in the face of setbacks. Julia never lost her sense of wonder and inquisitiveness. She was, and is, a great inspiration.
— Alex Prud’Homme, My Life in France
Good french cooking cannot be produced by a zombie cook.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
I don’t believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make. When one’s hostess starts in with self-deprecations such as “Oh, I don’t know how to cook…, ” or “Poor little me…, ” or “This may taste awful…, ” it is so dreadful to have to reassure her that everything is delicious and fine, whether it is or not. Besides, such admissions only draw attention to one’s shortcomings (or self-perceived shortcomings), and make the other person think, “Yes, you’re right, this really is an awful meal!” Maybe the cat has fallen into the stew, or the lettuce has frozen, or the cake has collapsed — eh bien, tant pis! Usually one’s cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, as my ersatz eggs Florentine surely were, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile — and learn from her mistakes.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
Remember, ‘No one’s more important than people’! In other words, friendship is the most important thing–not career or housework, or one’s fatigue–and it needs to be tended and nurtured.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
…The more I learned the more I realized how very much one has to know before one is in-the-know at all.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
The German birds didn’t taste as good as their French cousins, nor did the frozen Dutch chickens we bought in the local supermarkets. The American poultry industry had made it possible to grow a fine-looking fryer in record time and sell it at a reasonable price, but no one mentioned that the result usually tasted like the stuffing inside of a teddy bear.
— Julia Child, My Life in France
In France, Paul explained, good cooking was regarded as a combination of national sport and high art, and wine was always served with lunch and dinner. “The trick is moderation, ” he said.
— Julia Child, My Life in France