I'm 37 years old, and until Saturday, I had never made Julia Child's beef bourguignon. Yes, it's true, yes it's embarrassing, and yes it's just plain unacceptable. So what was the kick in the pants I needed to finally cook this revered dish? Sadly, the screening of Julie and Julia. Air France was kind enough to provide it on our flight back, and since I had already watched both episodes of Gossip Girl and was therefore out of junk food, it was time for haute cuisine. I can't say much about the movie that hasn't already been said, since most other living, breathing human beings watched it when it was first in theaters, so I'll stick to what it did for my Saturday. I wasn't even unpacked, yet I drove to the bookstore and bought Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I had meant to pick it up for years, and am equally embarrassed that I didn't own it. Who doesn't have this book?!? I meticulously followed the directions, which is rare for me. I'll usually toss in extra garlic or eliminate something, but not this time. It felt wrong not to do as I was told. After the bacon was cooked, the meat browned, the onions chopped, the wine poured, I not-so-patiently waited the two and a half hours it required to cook. An eternity, I tell ya. When the timer finally went off, I retrieved it from the oven, removed the lid, and released the most heavenly scent into the kitchen. Three seconds later, armed with forks, we stole a few bites right from the pot. Hands down one of the best dishes I've ever made. Thanks Julia. Thanks Air France. So tell me. Have you made it? Do you love it?