Should we cook and eat her, or just drop her on the floor?

Johno Johno

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Anyone who has spent time near me and a kitchen could deduce that Julia Child was one of my heroes. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Don't forget to read her biography. She had an amazing life and a great time living it. I will miss knowing that somewhere in California there is a stooped old woman with a nasal alto losing her mind at the perfect freshness of this morning's lettuce.

Anybody up for a trip to her favorite restaurant?

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