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August 15, 2014

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There was no one like her. An icon, one who so well deserved that lofty status.

Fun, funny, bright, warm, approachable.

I read everything I can about her. I don't cook like she did, but I still drool over her cookbooks.

Happy 102nd, Julia. Bonne appetit!

Connie, in some ways she is always in the kitchen with me. I think it's her laughter I love the most.

I saw Julia twice, live. Once at the Weston Town Hall and the other time a GBH. She not only made the kitchen a fun place to be she also made mistakes okay, i.e. dropping the turkey as she entered the dining room and saying,...thank goodness I cooked another bird...", returned to the kitchen, cleaned up the errant bird and returned to the dining room. I waited for the Globe to print her articles and recipes, bought her cookbooks and still smile when I remember Julia, my French Chef!

She was spectacular! Something you might not know and I did not either....she was an undercover as well. Whatta woman!

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