Remembering What It's All About
I wouldn't name either of these films in my top five, but I love watching Julie and Julia and Ratatouille so much. Problem is, I've often watched them -- or more appropriately, started to watch them -- and then paused the DVD so I could get up and make something to eat. Chips and salsa won't do, no; I have to make it. To create something, even if it's oil and popcorn kernels in a pot on the stove and shaking the heck out of it. (Maybe the impulse is really a deep-seated desire to dirty some dishes. I feel out of place in an entirely clean environment, because I'm afraid of messing it up. Might as well mess it up deliberately and be comfortable again. The minute I put the last clean and rinsed item in the dish drainer, I pour myself a bowl of cereal or make chocolate milk. Yes, I'm weird.) And there's the impulse to consume something, too. I have a complicated relationship with food, as I've been overweight for thirty years and obese for twen