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Written for the New York Times<\/strong><\/p>\n

Julia Child, who mastered the art of French cooking well enough to turn it into prime-time entertainment and who by introducing cassoulet to a casserole culture elevated both American food and television, died TK in TK. She had celebrated her 90th birthday in August 2002.
\nAs a cookbook author first and public television star second, Mrs. Child was a towering figure on the culinary front for more than 40 years. Most Americans knew her as the unflappable \u201cFrench Chef,\u201d a tall and twinkly character who in demonstrating classic dishes could make lobster bisque look as easy as toast. But she was also a rarity in a profession characterized by savage backbiting: she was respected as much by her most judgmental peers as by amateurs who would not know a souffl\u00e9 from a cupcake.
\nMrs. Child was not the first dedicated cook to turn cooking into a spectator sport \u2013 James Beard preceded her on television in 1945, Dione Lucas in 1948 \u2013 but she was the first to understand the seductiveness of a breezy approach to daunting material. Her up-the-scales signature signoff, \u201cbon appetit!\u201d was the first French phrase many Americans ever learned to utter with confidence, much as they came to glorify stew as boeuf bourguignon. She admitted she was \u201ca natural ham,\u201d and it was clear that she not only loved the camera but was almost intimate with it.
\nMrs. Child, whose \u201cMastering the Art of French Cooking\u201d has sold TK copies in various editions, was a pop icon virtually from her debut on WGBH in Boston in 1963. She got her start in television at 50, an age youth-crazed producers today would consider well past her sell-by date, and made the cover of Time magazine five years later. Over the decades she was a favorite of comedians, most famously Dan Aykroyd on \u201cSaturday Night Live,\u201d who played her boozily bleeding to death while shrieking, \u201cSave the liver.\u201d Jean Stapleton even portrayed her in a musical with sung recipes called \u201cBon Appetit!\u201d in 1989.<\/p>\n

But Mrs. Child had more serious cultural side. She was the first public television personality to win an Emmy and also held a George Foster Peabody Award; her other accolades were as disparate as a National Book Award and the Legion d\u2019Honneur from the French government. When she moved from her longtime home in Cambridge, Mass., to a retirement center in her home state of California, the Smithsonian Institution in Washington took her famous kitchen: whisks, stockpots and 800 knives.<\/p>\n

For all her expertise at the stove, what made Mrs. Child such an influential teacher was her good-humored insistence that cooking was not brain surgery. If you drop the turkey on the floor, she would famously say, \u201cYou\u2019re alone in your kitchen.\u201d Just pick it up and go on with the dressing. Unlike so many of the \u201cNaked\u201d and the \u201cbam!\u201d television chefs today, though, she always put the food before the showmanship. She had real respect for recipes, and by example she made cooking a respectable profession, for women as well as men.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Child also consistently refused to cut her cuisine to fit the current fashion. At the height of the reign of nutrition terror, in the 80s and 90s, when reliable health information seemed to have the shelf life of a baguette, she repeated one mantra: \u201cIf you\u2019re afraid of butter, use cream.\u201d Long before anyone ever put the words French and paradox together, she was advocating red wine and cheese, and the more the better.<\/p>\n

Her career was also marked by an integrity not often on display in a business in which loyalty to products lasts only as long as the endorsement dollars. Mrs. Child was always a star, never a spokesman. She prided herself on not granting endorsements, because she was \u201cdevoted to public television,\u201d and she was not afraid to mock sponsors of her advertising-free programs. She once demonstrated how to break off a part on a Cuisinart to make it less cumbersome to use even as the manufacturer\u2019s representatives sat in the audience. And she was known to sue to prevent a restaurant from advertising that it was one of her favorites.<\/p>\n

Although she came late to the table, never even attempting to cook before she married at 34, Mrs. Child had no hesitation at adopting the French way of eating \u2013 in the case of a pig, every part but the squeal. Her fearlessness made great television: she roasted ducks, sauteed sweetbreads and stuffed sausages into casings with grunts of effort. She stayed with WGBH even after her series became a national success because it gave her the freedom to cook tripe, kidneys and other offal that she said would not fry on commercial television.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Child, who was as slim as she was tall, was also French in her insistence on moderation. \u201cPeople are afraid of French food because of all the cream and butter,\u201d she said. \u201cBut you don\u2019t see all those big fat people over there that you see lumbering around Disneyland.\u201d<\/p>\n

While she has been credited with inspiring a boom in French restaurants, an explosion of fancy food markets and even the arrival of the Food Network, she insisted her original book and program benefited from \u201ca concatenation of factors\u201d in the early 1960s. It was an era when Jacqueline Kennedy was raising awareness of all things French, and travel to France, which used to take a week by boat, was shortened to mere hours by plane. Duncan Hines cake mixes and Jell-O \u201csalads\u201d may have been far more prevalent than chocolate mousse and vinaigrette, but Americans were ready to embrace French food, at least as it was translated by a charismatic compatriot.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Child wrote her masterwork over the better part of a decade in collaboration with Simone Beck and Louise Berthiolle, her partners in a cooking school they called L\u2019Ecole de Trois Goumandes in Paris. They were so bent on producing home-style French cooking at its most rigid and exacting that they included recipes like pressed duck, which required a special machine. Not surprisingly, the manuscript was rejected by Houghton-Mifflin, the publisher that had originally contracted for it. Judith Jones at Alfred A. Knopf read a later, more comprehensive version and decided it was the detailed, lucid, approachable French cookbook that she, and all of America, had been waiting for.<\/p>\n

The introduction is Mrs. Child at her most direct: \u201cThis is a book for the servantless American cook who can be unconcerned on occasion with budgets, waistlines, time schedules, children\u2019s meals, the parent-chauffeur-den mother syndrome, or anything else which might interfere with the enjoyment of producing something wonderful to eat.\u201d The book, she wrote, \u201ccould well be titled \u2018French Cooking from the American Supermarket.\u2019\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n

As revolutionary as the book was, it might have only gathered cobwebs in bookstores alongside Escoffier\u2019s Guide Culinaire if not for Mrs. Child\u2019s way with a whisk on camera. Invited onto a book review program on WGBH to talk about \u201cMastering,\u201d she chose to whip up an omelet, beating the eggs in a giant copper bowl. Russell Morash, who became her producer, recalled the sight: \u201cI thought to myself: \u2018Who is this madwoman?\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n

Viewers were so taken with the frenzy of cooking and relaxed chatter that she was hired to put together 26 segments, for $50 apiece. Stations in Pittsburgh, San Francisco, then New York picked the series up, she said, \u201cand we was made.\u201d With help from her multitalented husband, Paul, she appeared on a set replicating a home kitchen and cooked the dishes of the week, then served them to herself, complete with wine. \u201cThe French Chef\u201d became the longest-running program in the history of public television; it was followed by \u201cJulia Child & Company,\u201d \u201cDinner With Julia\u201d and other series. One critic, John J. O\u2019Connor in the New York Times, described Mrs. Child as \u201cone of the few relentlessly real people on television.\u201d<\/p>\n

The unlikely star whipped through quenelles and coquilles St. Jacques with the greatest of ease, moving on smoothly even after dropping pots or announcing she was about to put a gratin in the refrigerator instead of in the oven where it belonged. Years later, she explained her insouciance by saying she had demonstrated those same dishes many times at her school in France, whose logo she wore on her signature blue shirt, and she had the technique down cold.<\/p>\n

All her programs were distilled to what she called fundamental lessons. In browning meat, it was as simple as \u201chot oil, dry meat and don\u2019t crowd the pan.\u2019\u2019 She would cook chicken fricassee and coq au vin side by side to show that they were essentially the same dish, one made with white wine, the other with red. She advised viewers to \u201cplunge right in\u201d in boning a chicken and to \u201chave the courage of your convictions\u201d in flipping a potato pancake. No one ever had to send away for a printed recipe after watching one of her segments.<\/p>\n

When she wrote recipes, they were long and detailed because, she said, she felt obligated to insure their success. \u201cA cookbook is only as good as its worst recipe,\u201d she said. All 10 of her cookbooks were held up as models of clarity. She was also adamant that cooking was not like free-form jazz: she intended her recipes to be followed to the letter. The one bane of her high-profile career, she once said, was too much mail, especially any letter \u201cfrom some stupid woman.\u201d
\nMrs. Child also knew the distinction between chef (skilled overseer of a restaurant kitchen) and cook (herself). The program was titled \u201cThe French Chef\u201d only \u201cso it would fit in TV Guide on one line,\u201d she said, adding: \u201cI always hoped we\u2019d get one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julia Carolyn McWilliams was born August 15, 1912, in Pasadena, Calif. Her father was a wealthy farm consultant and investor; her mother was a housewife with a cook and maid who could make not much more than baking powder biscuits, codfish balls and Welsh rarebit. Julia was the oldest of three siblings, each so tall that their mother boasted that she had given birth to \u201c18 feet of children.\u201d Otherwise, she gave no indication that she would lead an outsize life.<\/p>\n

She attended Smith College at a time when \u201cwomen could be either nurses or teachers,\u201d she said, and she \u201chad some vague idea of being a novelist or a basketball star.\u201d After graduation in 1934 and a stint as a copywriter in between cocktail parties in New York, she returned home, on the way to becoming a slacker decades ahead of her time. According to her biographer, Noel Riley Fitch, in \u201cAppetite for Life\u201d (Doubleday, 1997), her one real job in her hometown, in advertising and public relations, ended when she was fired for insubordination, and rightly so, she always said.<\/p>\n

After World War II broke out, she had fantasies of becoming a spy and signed up for intelligence work with the Office of Strategic Services and was sent off as a file clerk to Ceylon. There she met Paul Child, the head of a chart-making division who was 10 years older and several inches shorter. He was also an artist, a poet and a serious food lover who opened up her taste horizons on their travels in China.<\/p>\n

They married in 1946 and spent a year in Washington before Mr. Child was sent to Paris by the United States Information Agency. It was a fateful move, because Mrs. Child by then was struggling to learn to cook and her husband was suffering the consequences. French food immediately took her attempts to a higher plane. Out of those early experiments came her core belief, that cooking was an art to be studied, not picked up on the fly.<\/p>\n

She threw herself into studies at the Cordon Bleu and later joined the Cercle des Gourmettes, a club where she met Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle.<\/p>\n

In 1956, after postings in Marseille, Norway and Germany, the Childs bought a five-bedroom house in Cambridge, drawn to the intellectual stimulation of a university town. They continued to visit Europe frequently, maintaining a home near Grasse, in the south of France.<\/p>\n

Over the years, Mrs. Child devoted herself to her television series while writing companion cookbooks, ending with \u201cJulia and Jacques Cooking at Home,\u201d in collaboration with Jacques Pepin, in 1999. For the first books, she would test her recipes upstairs in the open kitchen in Cambridge, outfitted with a Garland range, while her husband painted in a studio in the basement. When she called, he would come up to photograph her latest creation to give the illustrator something to draw on.<\/p>\n

As Mrs. Child aged, her role in more and more programs was to sit by as other cooks did the saut\u00e9ing. But her star power was undiminished: on \u201cJulia Child & Company\u201d she made Emeril Lagasse look like a mild-mannered professional. She also had a regular gig on \u201cGood Morning America\u201d on ABC in the 1980s.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Child was a breast cancer survivor, a cat lover, a fervent advocate of Planned Parenthood and an unabashed sensualist with a sly sense of humor. One year she and her husband sent out Valentine\u2019s cards with a photograph of them together in the bathtub in Paris. One of her last projects was to be a memoir of her years in France.<\/p>\n

She always refused to speak evil of fast food but admitted she could live without Mexican cuisine. Overall, she said, she preferred \u201cla cuisine soign\u00e9: long, caring cooking.\u201d Asked what her favorite meal was, she might mention duck or leg of lamb but would almost always add: \u201cI love good, fresh food cooked by someone who knows what he\u2019s doing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Child\u2019s obsession with promoting the culinary arts as a profession led to her becoming the first woman inducted into the Culinary Institute of America\u2019s hall of fame. She helped establish the American Institute of Wine and Food and, later, Copia: the American Center for Wine, Food and the Arts in California. In 1986, after the death of her friend James Beard, she led the effort to buy his townhouse in Greenwich Village and convert it into a nonprofit foundation.<\/p>\n

She was also active in the International Association of Culinary Professionals. For her 90th birthday, 20 restaurants across the country staged dinners in her honor to raise money for the group for culinary research in France. Along with lending her kitchen to the Smithsonian, she contributed her huge cookbook collection to the Schlesinger Library at Harvard.<\/p>\n

Paul Child died 1994 after a long hospitalization. She is survived by TK.<\/p>\n

To the end, Mrs. Child maintained her image as the ultimate bon vivant, a California girl with French tastes. Whenever she was asked what her guilty pleasures were, she responded: \u201cI don\u2019t have any guilt.\u201d<\/p>\n

Despite decades of rumors about her suspiciously relaxed condition on the set, though, she always denied a one-bottle-for-me, one-for-the-pot pattern of cooking. Her husband, in fact, told interviewers that one of his earliest duties was dyeing water with beef extract so that it could pass for red wine \u2013 the producers could afford real Burgundy only for the stew, not for her glass.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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