When food writer Kathy Gunst wanted to serve bagels and lox at her daughter’s bat mitzvah in Maine, she called her hometown deli, which drove it up from New York.
I grew up with Julia. I remember sitting in front of the TV watching her prepare foods that never appeared on our suburban table. As we ate brisket and applesauce, or meatloaf seasoned with Lipton’s onion soup mix, Julia roasted whole ducklings flavored with fresh oranges, and simmered beef into amazing looking stews with exotic French names. It was a glimpse into another world — of foods and a country that I could only dream about.