The Passionate Epicure

"The cordon bleu’s eye, with an odd gleam of interest and evident enthusiasm, pleasurably caressed all the complicated and ingenious appointments.

Dodin followed her gaze and dissected it with emotion. Indeed, just as a thoroughbred horse leaps forward into space, or as a writer quivers with impatience before a blank sheet of paper and a well-trimmed pen, so Adele Pidou could not restrain herself; she began, for no reason at all save the pleasure of touching them, to seize the handles of frying pans and skillets, of copper saucepans, to stroke the rounded flanks of the earthenware pots, to feel the bottles of spices, the boxes of ingredients, to open them, sniff them, examine the stove, inspect the spits and the fish kettles. Dodin, throbbing with hope, allowed her to please herself. Perhaps, at last... And, seated upon the chairs of the Temple they resumed a conversation already more intimate, more confiding."

The Passionate Epicure
Marcel Rouff

One of the more interesting job interviews, don't you think?

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