Julie And Julia Page #7

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And the hand, the other hand,

you must protect it.

Here, you must cut only the onion. Yes?

- Not me.

- Yes.

And then, you put your thumb here

and the other fingers here.

Jule?

You're being a little over-competitive,

don't you think?

Well, you should've seen the way

those men looked at me.

As if I were some frivolous housewife,

just looking for a way to kill time.

Well...

- Where are you going?

- Not here.

- You hungry?

- No.

Good.

Ta-da!

Well done, Madame Child.

Dear Avis,

I'm in my third week at Le Cordon Bleu,

and I'm in utter bliss.

Every morning the alarm goes off at 6:30,

and I leap out of bed.

I'm up!

By 7:
30 I'm in class, in my apron,

peeling potatoes.

Then we cook stock and we bone fish.

We dress pigeons.

We make pastry with so much butter,

it almost stops your heart just to look at it.

My teacher moves so quickly

I'm sometimes lost.

But I'm way ahead of the others in the class,

all of them men,

and all of them very unfriendly,

until they discovered I was fearless.

Something I realized

about the same time they did.

Morning class ends at 12:30,

then I go home and make lunch for Paul.

Then Paul takes a nap.

And later in the afternoon, he goes back

to the embassy and I go back to school.

You must have a mortar and pestle.

Incidentally, my father is horrified

I'm going to cooking school.

Offered to give me extra money

to hire a cook.

Go on. Fun! Joy! This is what matters.

I'm probably the only American I know

in Paris

who thinks shopping for food

is as much fun as buying a dress.

Course, you'd think so too,

if you lived in a country

where absolutely nothing comes in my size.

By the way, did you know

that if you don't dry meat,

it won't brown properly?

Irma Rombauer doesn't say a word about it

in the Joy of Cooking.

Avis, I am in heaven here.

I've been looking for a career all my life...

- Happy Valentine's Day.

...and I've found it.

We met in Ceylon when we were in the OSS.

But he never noticed me at first.

Well, that's not true. I noticed you.

I noticed your legs straightaway.

Oh, you were such a rou.

- All the women were mad for him.

- Can you blame them?

Anyway, we were sent off to China.

Absolutely delicious, if I do say so myself.

Julia.

When you finish your term,

you'll be teaching at Cordon Bleu.

No, I don't think so.

The woman who runs it absolutely hates me!

Come on.

Oh, no one could possibly hate you.

That's true. But she does.

Were you spies?

No. Yes. No.

Oh, so cagey, right?

You were in the Office of Strategic Services

and you were not spies?

I was only a file clerk.

But Paul? Paul designed all of the secret

war rooms for General Mountbatten.

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