Good-bye, Julia Child, you will be missed. I had planned to write a short little tribute here, but flea at One Good Thing already did and better than I could have. My memories of Julia are a little fuzzier than flea's, but so warm, affectionate and omnipresent -- by which I mean that she was such an icon and a presence and one of those people whose existence in this world you take for granted to the point that you can't imagine them not being here -- that I don't mind that they're not quite as sharp nor nearly as endearing.
So go read her post, and the NY Times article she links to that is the best I've read so far today in memory of Julia, then go have a good meal with a fine glass of wine and enjoy the hell out of them.