The Hundred-Foot Journey Page #4

He will last about as long as it takes

to dry-cure a good winter ham.

Which is how long?

Uh, Marcel?

- Huh?

- Five to eight months, madam.

Marguerite.

In return for the red currants,

I want you to miss the prep

and go to the market for me.

With pleasure, madam. Thank you.

- Hello.

- Oh, hi!

I hear you're staying. That's great.

I didn't even know you were chefs.

- I'm not a chef. Just a cook.

- Oh.

And it will be fast food, yeah?

Actually,

my father's signature dish

takes three days.

- Oh.

- That is a lot of mushrooms.

Le Saule Pleureur is a big restaurant.

You... You work for the madame

of Saule Pleureur?

Yes.

Huh. So you are a chef?

No, uh, I'm a sous chef,

but I'm studying to become

chef de cuisine.

I hear the madame is not happy

to have competition?

She's not happy no matter what.

Why is she not happy?

She has one, she wants two.

Children?

No. No, stars.

Children will get in the way.

- Of the stars?

- Yeah.

In France, all that matters to a chef

is the Michelin stars.

Michelin?

I found a Michelin book in the kitchen.

Yeah, that's the bible.

The stars are holy here.

So, one is good, two is amazing,

and three is, um...

Three's only for the gods.

I would like to learn

about French cuisine.

Perhaps you could recommend a book?

And why would I do that?

You're the enemy now. No?

- See you on the battlefield.

- See you.

Oi, careful.

Hey, Thierry, come and help me!

Right away.

- Fayed, come here.

- Yes, sir.

Hassan, jaldi karo,

there's a lot to be done.

Aisha!

You have to be safe in the kitchen.

These are not toys.

You can't run around.

Hey, let's go.

Hassan,

why are they blocking the road?

Come on, hey. Hey.

We use ancient spices, classical spices.

My son is the best Indian chef

in Europe...

It's too much, Hassan. It's too much.

in fact

the whole Western world.

He is standing there

in that corner with my daughter.

Raise your hand.

Raise your hand, don't feel shy.

- Don't raise your hand.

- Raise your hand.

Don't raise your hand.

Raise your hand,

Hassan, I'm talking to you.

Hassan, don't raise your hand.

Haan, he is my little genius.

We open Saturday night.

Tasting menu half-price.

You know, I saw that Indian guy

buying things in the convenience store.

His cart was full of cat food.

They don't even have a cat.

I guess it was for the curry.

Combine the milk, sugar,

vanilla, eggs, kirsch and salt.

Mix until silky to the touch.

Pour into a pan,

spread your cherries over the top

and bake until the skewer inserted

into the batter comes out clean.

A golden-brown crust will have

formed on the top and on the bottom.

You may like this kind of music,

but the rest of the village does not.

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