Why do I hate literary time travel?

Julia Child can still serve.

In her French Chef episode on French omelets, the camera’s mealy exposure zooms in on the eggs. They are a gelatinous mound of doubtful doneness. In thirty seconds, the butter in the pan froths, Julia whisks the eggs with a fork (resulting in a teeth clench on my side of the camera), and voilà—French omelet. Supper is served. Supper may also be undercooked.

Black-and-white 1960s cameras are the worst public relations that ever happened to eggs. Why watch this grainy vi...