Julie and Julia

Julie and Julia function as a memoir because it told a story between two people. Julia Child's was how she came about publishing a cookbook and having her own cooking show. Julie's story was about writing a blog to completely cook all of Julia's recipes in her cookbook, linking them both together. This functions as a memoir because it tells a story, looking back on their lives and how they strive to complete and do something more in their lives. This memoir feels very authentic. I believe every word and not only because I'm a sap but because I love the idea of the movie. Julia and Julie both went through there struggles and that makes it more real, to me. The scope is appropriate and shows their struggles at the same time and their successes at the same time, linking them together even more. Some common experiences between them were cooking, of course. They both struggle with recipes and have doubts. Julia seems more composed and optimistic, Julie seems spastic and pessimistic. Both document their experiences whether it be by pen to a friend named Millie or on a blog to a bunch of strangers over the web. Both of these women have people that believe in them and people that want to make their story known. Another similarity is their relationships with their husbands. Both were also government workers not truly living out their dream or doing what they loved a little later in life. Julia loved the french and found a hobby and fame out of cooking. Julie, while she cooked, found fame because of her blog and the things she would write, after all she is a writer. Overall, this memoir made it easier for me to pin point the things I need to work on in my own memoir.

As we all know, in elementary school, there was a certain school lunch that everyone was required to obtain. The 'complete lunch' consisted of a juice box, sandwich, snack, fruit, and some sort of dessert. My lunch consisted of all of these things, except a sandwich. I was never big on the idea of peanut butter or jelly smothered between two pieces of white bread, just sitting in the sandwich baggie to sweat, while the peanut butter turned a not so peanut-buttery shade. One day at lunch, this snot nosed, grimy, kid who must of thought he was the lunch police, called me out in front of my lunch table. He told everyone that I didn't have a sandwich and that I was weird and my mother must not know how to pack a lunch! I was so embarrassed, later that day I went home and told my mother what happened. If I knew what I know now, I would've told that kid to take a hike, but of course what do you know as a fourth grader? My mother (who thought I was overreacting) and I concocted a peanut butter, chocolate chip and banana sandwich with toasted wheat bread. It was delicious! I took it the school the very next day and all the kids wanted to taste it! I was proud of my sandwich and my mother and I would eat for a snack on weekends while we read books. My mother and I still whip up the sandwich every now and then when we need to bring back a little youth.