Personal Stories by Jules

Ah…to go to Culinary School in Paris, France…

Ah…to go to Culinary School in Paris, France…the city of love…to get on that plane, and take that long flight across the country, where you’ll sink your teeth into exquisite, culinary creations, taste fromage like no other, and indulge in crunchy, French baguettes. Just the thought of it makes my eyes light up and brings a smile to my face.

 I really do dream of going to Culinary School in Paris France. Picture this… Chef Max Bugnard, Le’ Cordon Bleu, the most famous cooking school in the world. What would it have been like, to stand beside Julia Childs, in 1949, apron tightly wrapped around your waist, chopping onions, making soufflés’ and learning every little thing there was to know about cooking, all the while, passionately gleaming, from ear to ear with content.  Yep, that’s a mouthful, but I’m pretty sure that’s how it would’ve been, at least that’s how I dream it to be… 

I love to read books on Julia Childs and am currently reading “As Always, Julia” the Letters of Julia Child and Avis Devoto. Avis Devoto became her literary agent, long distance friend and “pen pal”.  The letters start out very formal; Dear Mrs. De Voto or Dear Mrs. Child….but soon after, they are calling each other by first name and the rest is history. It is wonderful to read their exchanges back and forth, the things they talk about, the era they lived in and the frequency between writings. The first letter highlighted in this book was written on March 8, 1952.  

The reason I am loving this book so much, is because I too, love to send hand-written letters. I guess it’s the old soul in me.  There is something about spilling your thoughts, onto a piece of paper, uninterrupted, knowing that the person on the other end will get to feel and see your experiences through your penmanship, your expression and your emotion…and to put someone in a place where they can feel like they are there with you, is even more magical.  There is nothing more wonderful than opening up your mail box to a lovely colored envelope, or a tightly sealed letter, handwritten just for you. An old art, a lost art, but one I simply cannot put down. 

Julia’s first cookbook, “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” took years and years of hard work, research, trial and error and disappointment, but through it all, she never gave up.  She knew she had something the American cook needed and thank goodness she did because she changed the whole world and the way they thought about food.  She’s the one who brought about the food shows and inspired the food stars we have today. Her dream, her passion, her dedication and hard work changed the world.  

So, in closing…I really do wish I could get on that plane, take that long flight and fulfill that dream..but for now…that culinary degree at the “one and only” Le Cordon Bleu in Paris… that will have to wait… but by waiting, that doesn’t mean it will not happen…(as I smile)

Life is but a dream…

Bon Appetit’!


Books on Julia that I have read and reccomend :

  • As Always, Julia The Letters of Julia Child and Avis Devoto;  Selected and Edited by Joan Reardon
  • Dearie, The Remarkable Life of Julia Child by Bob Spitz
  • My Life in France – Julia Child with Alex Prud’homme
  • France is a Feast – The Photographic Journey of Paul and Julia Childs by Alex Prud’homme & Katie Pratt










6 thoughts on “Ah…to go to Culinary School in Paris, France…”

  1. Loved your writings about Julia Child’s. I remember watching her cooking show as a young adult! You are another Julia Child’s with you cooking and cookbooks that will be published soon!! Annice

  2. I really enjoyed reading about the Julia Childs book.
    How interesting those times wouldve been!

  3. Love your site your blogs are great. Pictures are wonderful of your masterpieces. You are the most caring loving and exceptionally wonderful cook we know. Pray your dreams of going to Paris come true you really deserve it after all you hard and wonderfully productive work. Can’t wait for your cook books to come out! Mick and Mary McClatchey

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