Long before the advent of “The Food Network”, foodies were relegated to grainy public broadcasting channels to get their gourmet fix. My mother watched Natalie Dupree, Justin Wilson, and of course, Julia Child. I watched, too. Well, because it was all that was on. There was only one television in the house. Julia became a sort of lead-in to “American Bandstand”.
As far as I can tell, my mother never actually took anything away from her hours of observation. She never grew her fingernails outrageously long like Natalie Dupree or surreptitiously doused our dinner with several extra shots of hot sauce like Justin Wilson…I gar-on-teeeee! And, the only sauces she served were made from packets she purchased at the grocery store. Despite Julia’s efforts to the contrary, my mother retained the title “Queen of Convenience”.
Given this background, I was delighted to see the first trailers for “Julie & Julia”, and couldn’t wait to see the movie. Unfortunately, my go-to companion for chick-flicks went without me, so wait I did. Until yesterday…
We made a deal, my son and me. I would watch “Up” with him if he would watch “Julie & Julia” with me. We each snuggled under a blanket in our favorite chair and settled in for an afternoon of movies. “Up” was delightful. We both enjoyed it very much. And after a short break during which we broke out a tin of Christmas cookies, we re-tucked our blankets for “Julie & Julia”.
No one ever told me this was a movie about a girl with a blog. No one. I find this incredible since everyone knows I am a girl with a blog. It seems at some point it might have come up in a discussion of the film. But, it didn’t. We even blog on the same site, Julie and I, and still no one made the connection. This irony occupied several frames of film. I’m sure I missed something…
As Julie crafted her first post, I found myself silently critiquing the writing. It was far too familiar, folksy, and awkwardly constructed. Within minutes she had sixty-five hits on a single post! I don’t have a meter on my blog. The idea seems somewhat narcissistic and desperate; as though the purpose of writing is to generate hits. But, I feel certain that I’ve never enjoyed that kind of traffic. And, to date, I’ve never made the Top 10 on Salon.com.
If you’ve seen the film, then you know that Julie’s blog goes on to open other doors, resulting in a book/film deal. And, all the while, I’m doing the math. As disappointing as it is to admit, envy stymied my enjoyment of the film.
I could do a food blog. I’ve considered it several times. I love food, and I’m a good cook. According to the film, matching these talents with my writing skills should produce a one-way ticket to fame.
But there are so many food blogs, and just one Julie Powell. Albeit unwittingly, what Julie had was a hook. Naturally this got me to thinking…
A friend and fellow blogger admonishes “Be a storyteller, not a storyseller”. I hope to find a way to do both.