Well, William and I went to see the movie Julie & Julia and now I need a shrink (or a drink).
I have a deep-seated aversion to people who seem to whine and fall apart for no good reason and Julie Powell, who chronicled a year of her life preparing every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in her blog "The Julie/Julia Project," is, at least in the movie version, a first-class whiner.
Other than that, I really did enjoy the film, but it is hard to empathize with someone whose problems seem so ... well, shallow.
For example, in the middle of this blog's post about beef broth from scratch, I did not sink into a "woe is me" diatribe over the fact that my house is slowly (or not so slowly) descending into a sinkhole.
Even though it put him in the doghouse, I think Julie's husband was right, she was more than a little self-absorbed.
I left the movie thinking about the beef tenderloin on sale at the Winn Dixie in a wine and mushroom sauce. William nixed that for pork chops. There is probably a German name for them that would make them sound exotic, like Schweinsomething, but I just call them pork chops in onion gravy and my dad used to love them too.
FYI Julie - just wait until you hit 40.