Julia Child content: feeling full before the main course

I'm as big a Julia Child fan as the next person. (My Julia Child story has to do with folding butter into hamburger patties, thinking I was following the recipe in her famous cookbook, not realizing that the author was working with seriously lean beef while I had contemporary pre-ground meat with 10 to 20 percent fat content. I was unwittingly producing -- tasty -- butterburgers.) But how many pieces about Child's cultural significance can media outlets run before it starts to look as though reporters and editors have a financial stake in the forthcoming Nora Ephron movie about her?
Every time I see Child's photograph, I think I'm finally going to be reading a review of "Julie and Julia," but, nope, it's yet another feature article.
(Despite Child's strong Cambridge connection, the Globe doesn't seem to be an undue offender here, but other publications are pushing it.)







