I can see it now: The manly figure in a floral dress and frilly apron slyly slips the microchips into the creme brulee. "Senator, try my lovely dessert!" she trills in a voice straight from a Tim Burton movie. "I think you'll find it quite . . . intriguing!"
Surely it cannot be true that chef Julia Child worked for the OSS. For gosh sakes, why? Wasn't she busy enough already? Is this where the fictional character of Mrs. Pollifax came from?
And why would a spy agency want to use her? I guess the answer lies in my own lack of belief in the probability. No one would EVER suspect Julia Child of such shenanigans! After all, the woman was transparent, pure. She even unapologetically used real butter!
Nothing is sacred anymore. I will never be able to open my cookbook again without half suspecting that somewhere, hidden among the recipes for exotic French boef recipes, there will be some secret code. Maybe "one-half cup cream" is spy code for "the troops will be moved at dawn"!
I'm making fun, but I honestly am amazed and delighted. Who'd a thunk it? Next thing you know, we'll find out that Marilyn Monroe was a KGB agent. That famous cleavage could have held all sorts of secrets!
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