I live in a house that used to belong to one of Julia Child’s best friends. She was here a lot- it was the test kitchen for a cooking magazine; her friend was editor. Sometimes, and I mean this as a physicist and atheist, I can feel her when I cook; she holds me to a standard. ❤️ 
It made me cry to type that. Not sure why.
She signed the wall, they framed it. I’ll bet she loved that. I’m not sure why I’m posting this now, but look, doing things well matters. The legacy of those who got us where we are matters. It fucking matters. I think that’s the point. Love to you all. 👊❤️
She helps me do this. /end
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