Reminds me of some of my long-distance friendships, minus the shipping of knives. It's a delight to observe the winding path to publication of Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and it's delicious to discover tidbits about the book's creation that I didn't know. Your correspondence practically demands, nay, screams, for a glass of cabernet to be by my side as I dive into your book at the end of a long day.
As Always, Julia is like ... what? Like yakking on the phone with someone who gets it. And you two are so witty and intelligent and fun, and you both adore food -- what's not to love?
You also make me want to write letters. Long, rambly, this-is-what-I-think-and-I-just-know-you-do-too letters.
Maybe I'll go write one tonight. After I read a few more of your epistles and finish a glass of wine.