Julia had a 30-minute program in the 60s. There wasn’t much TV available then (3 networks and educational channel).
One day, I happened to watch for lack of anything on the other channels. She was making some kind of bread.
As the program went on, she was kneading and slamming the dough like a baseball bat against the counter. I was in stitches. She was happily talking and slamming.
By the end of the program, she had flour all over the counter, some of the wall, her apron, her face, her hair.
I fell in love with her at that point.
Whenever possible throughout the years, I watched many of her PBS programs. She was a delight.
One of my favorite episodes (not on YouTube, at least not in full) is her "omelette" party. This is where she makes custom omelettes for each of her guests, in real time, in her dining room.
Of course, she screws up one of them. So she says, "Well, we'll just save this one for Mr. Smith, he won't know the difference."
Besides the magnificent endowment of her kitchen to the Smithsonian (which you can tour online), she also donated her knives to another party (perhaps a museum).
She owned over 500 of them.