01x06 - Breads

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Poulet au Porto is one

of my favorite dishes.

This is an excellent recipe

to make for your

nearest and dearest,

as it cannot be prepared

ahead of time.

Instead, I suggest you invite

those lucky ones

into your kitchen

for dinner and a show.

Oh, missed opportunity.

I should've used the chicken

like a puppet.

It was right there

for the taking.

And now I'm going to pop

the mushrooms

into the pan for a good sweat.

Speaking of which

Oh, my God.

Oh, really, Russ?

Is it the chicken?

See, the technique

is too similar to coq au vin.

It's good to repeat techniques.

That's how people learn.

Well, they don't learn

if they're bored.

I'm not bored.

I'm exhausted.

The baby.

Oh, yes.

The little bundle of joy.

Two weeks and barely a wink.

It's an evolutionary misstep to

come into the world so hungry.

Alright, I'm sorry.

I have to cut this short.

But if I sit in a dark room

any longer,

I'm gonna fall asleep

on your shoulder.

Ah. Let's splice it here. Ah.

Let's splice it here.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

No, let let me.

This is my favorite part.

Um

Is there a problem, Charlie?

Oh, no.

What is it?

There's a wrinkle.

Excuse me? Is the whole thing wrinkled?

Excuse me? Is the whole thing wrinkled?

I'm right here, Russ!

Not you, Julia.

The tape.

Oh.

There's a wrinkle in the tape.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

What's a wrinkle in the tape?

A wrinkle in the tape

is tantamount to lost film.

And unfortunately, it runs

through so much of the film

that the episode

is unsalvageable.

We're gonna need to do

a total reshoot.

Well, if we must do it again,

we will do it with aplomb.

What good fortune that

we're taking the week off.

It's a perfect chance

to recharge our tired batteries

and and come back

You just looked at each other.

Why have you looked

at each other?

There can't be a week off.

But there is a week off.

I marked it in very bold letters

in my diary.

"Week off."

The deal with KQED

is for continuous programming.

We've just syndicated

to three other cities.

If we take a week off

and then reshoot,

we'll be two weeks behind.

Our hands are tied.

Well, hands can be untied,

Alice.

I'm exhausted.

Actually, I'm exhausted,

and I'm okay with it.

It's not a competition, Russ. Oh.

It's not a competition, Russ. Oh.

I just need a little bit of time

to catch my breath.

I hear you,

but if you think about it,

it's an enviable position.

No one wants a break from Julia.

I could use a break from Julia.

Oh, it's an enviable position,

Simca.

It was, uh, no small feat

on Judith's part to get

"Mastering, Part II"

back in motion.

I sent you the recipe

for cassoulet, no?

Yes, I know, dear, and while

it's a wonderful start

Well, it's not the beginning.

It's, uh, finished.

Well, I mean, it's a wonderful

start to the mountain of work

we still need to do.

Meaning?

Bread.

No, no, no, no, no.

Julia, no, no.

Bread? No.

Now, hear me out.

The French don't make bread.

Well, I beg to differ

because I have had

some of the most beautiful

baguettes whilst in France.

I mean, the French housewives.

The French housewives

do not make bread.

You know what I mean.

Don't be cute.

I'm being clever, not cute,

and really,

it's just ghastly here

between the Wonder Bread

and the hot dog buns,

and ooh, we need to help, Simca.

You help.

Me? No.

Yes, but I'm a bit tied up

this week

with "The French Chef."

Why do you call it

"The French Chef," huh?

You're not French.

Well, because I cook

French food,

and while I continue

to bring the message

of French food to America,

as was our mission,

I would like to offer you

the privilege of spearheading

the baguette recipe yourself.

C'est impossible.

No, it's not impossible.

You just don't want to do it.

Exactement.

And I sent you cassoulet.

But I didn't ask for cassoulet!

I am not your employee.

Call me when you want

to do something French!

Eh

Paul!

Paul! Ooh. Paul! Ooh.

Wait.

Everything alright?

Oh, Paul, it was a disaster.

What Simca flat-out refused to participate.

What Simca flat-out refused to participate.

I was afraid of that.

Simca's always been a bull

about bread.

Now, what am I gonna do?

Judith's on the train

as we speak.

She's taken vacation days just

to work on the bread chapter.

Alright, alright,

deep breaths, my love.

It'll be fine. How will

it possibly be fine?

Because you can do anything.

You are the woman who enchanted

America with her cooking show,

and in so doing,

created so much demand

that they're all clamoring for

the second volume of your book.

Yes, but I don't have

the ability

to be in two places at once,

and the book won't get

published without bread.

No.

But you have help.

I will skip Judo and we'll

crack a schedule together,

because nothing can't be fixed

with some good old-fashioned

time management.

Oh. Yes.

Oh, Judith!

You're drenched!

Just a bit damp.

Come in. Come in.

It took me a minute to catch

a cab at the station.

That'll teach me

to forget my umbrella.

Oh, these damned August showers.

Let's hope it's dry skies

for the rest of the week.

'Cause you know what

doesn't love rain?

Bread. Oh, Julia! Bread.

Oh, Julia!

I'm beyond excited to be

on the front lines

of your process.

I never get to watch

my clients in motion.

Although, to be fair,

their work is rarely so tactile.

Ooh!

What a treat to get to be

in the trenches with you.

Yes, about that.

Do I have a surprise for you.

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Well, hey, Paul.

Well, you may know him as Paul,

but he is also your partner.

Your partner in bread.

The truth is, this week

is all turned upside down.

Suffice to say, I do not have

this week off as planned.

Mm. And, uh, when we sat down

to work out a schedule,

we realized there,

practically speaking,

were not enough hours in the day

and not enough Julias

to go around.

Which it turns out is

a happy problem indeed.

How so?

Paul.

Paul? Hello. Paul? Hello.

Paul is much better suited

to the task of cracking bread.

Bread is scientific.

Now, I'm a lot of things,

but scientific

is not one of them.

I dare say I would've enjoyed

dissecting the frog

in biology class much more

if I'd known I could sauté

the legs in butter and garlic.

Sounds like you've

worked it all out.

May we offer you some dinner?

We could discuss the pros

and cons of American flour.

I have thoughts.

As nice as that sounds,

I-I actually ate on the train.

And I'm drenched.

Uh, would you mind

if I retire to my room?

Oh, of course.

A good night's rest

for the week ahead.

What time is too early to start?

5:00 a.m.?

Let's be eager, but humane.

5:30 it is.

However, I don't know

if I'll even be able to sleep.

I'm so excited.

Oh, that's wonderful, Paulski.

Oh, to be inspired.

Julie?

Well, of all the episodes

to reshoot,

Poulet au Porto would not

have been my top choice.

But you adore Poulet au Porto.

Yes, but did you realize

that of the last 12 episodes,

four of them have been chicken?

Chicken is a wonderfully

versatile ingredient.

Simca accused me of

not being French enough.

Simca wouldn't exist

outside of her own ego

if it weren't for you.

Yes, but I mean,

there's French food

and then there's French food.

Uh-oh.

Do I see wheels turning?

Well, I just can't see the point

in doing a bad job twice.

See, maybe I have

the authority to

change the recipe?

Last time I checked,

it was your show.

Yes, it is my show.

Ha!

That's five minutes.

Squats, Paul.

Oh, good morning, ma chere amie.

Would you care to join? Yes.

Limber up the muscles

for the knead ahead.

Before my coffee?

No.

How much longer?

Do you want me to fudge it? No.

Yes. Yes, that's five minutes. Yes.

Yes, that's five minutes.

Let's stretch.

I admit, I was a bit miffed

at red-faced little Vickie

at first, all that crying.

The stamina on those tiny lungs.

How is Marian doing?

Marian?

Oh.

Fine.

Goo-goo ga-ga for baby.

What was I talking about?

Not sleeping, I think.

Yes!

In other words, productivity.

Once you realize there's

no point in even trying,

that's when you get

to the good part.

Which brings me to your part.

My part?

I need you step up

on "The French Chef."

Take more responsibility.

Wow. Really?

I-I would be thrilled.

Anything you need to lighten

the load, get some more rest.

Al!

I'm not tired!

What you see here this is

a broadening of my portfolio.

The San Francisco trip

taught me two things.

I need to make shows

which are my passion.

You mean like "The Advocates"?

Eventually.

And what's the second thing?

You said there were two things.

I did. Yes.

That "The French Chef"

is a big deal

and I need to use that

to my advantage.

Well, that's great, Russ,

but "The French Chef"

also needs us on set in five.

Vinnie. Hi.

- Hi.

- Um, can you go through this

Oh. One second.

Sure. Okay.

Julia!

Alice!

Always nice to be greeted

with enthusiasm.

Thank you, Roy. Well, I am excited.

Thank you, Roy. Well, I am excited.

Ooh, me, too.

What are you excited about?

Russ asked me to take

a stronger hand

in the producing of the episode.

Oh, Alice, that's marvelous. I know.

Oh, Alice, that's marvelous. I know.

Do you approve?

Oh, yes.

I'm delighted.

Produce away.

Ah.

What are you excited about?

Well, gather the troops,

Madame Producer,

and you shall see.

Excuse me.

Everyone!

Can we gather around

for a moment?

Julia has an announcement.

Good morning, good morning,

good morning.

We have a slight

change of plans.

About that

I can't be here for the episode.

You came here to tell us

you can't be here?

Well, I'm here today,

but tomorrow,

I'm up 95 in Kennebunkport.

I thought we had a break,

so we made plans

to see my parents

at their summer home.

Norman hates my parents,

but he loves lobster rolls,

so I gotta capitalize.

I would never get in the way

of lobster rolls.

We'll make do.

What's your change in plans?

Yes.

No chicken.

Chicken, my friends,

is tired territory.

This reshoot is an opportunity.

It won't be a reshoot at all.

It will be a new sh**t.

We're going to make something

much more French.

Poulet au Porto sounds

pretty French to moi.

Ah, not as French

as the wonderful,

mouthwatering delicacy

of sweetbreads!

While that is a lovely idea,

we have already done

the shopping.

Oh.

But as I pay for the groceries,

I'd be more than happy

to pay for new groceries.

But Avis and Dorothy

are in charge of groceries,

and since Dorothy is

no longer available to help

I can handle it.

Oh, that's the spirit!

But I've only got two hands

and one of them is arthritic,

so I'm gonna need some help.

Alice?

W-While I'm always ready

to lend a hand,

maybe not on the week

when we can still save

some of the footage.

Oh, but I-I thought the footage

was unsalvageable.

Well, the episode

is unsalvageable,

but some of the footage

could still be useful.

Oh, I hadn't realized.

Russ: Julia.

Do you want to do sweetbreads?

Oh, I do want to do sweetbreads.

You're the boss!

And the boss sounds

passionate about this one.

Passion is good, Julia.

No, it really is.

Oh!

You know, it's much more work.

Yes.

Everybody loves chicken.

Oh.

Well, I can't deny it.

Alice:

No one will make this dish.

Maybe not, but maybe

one person will.

You will have a script

by tomorrow.

Didn't you just tell me

to take charge?

You are in charge.

In charge of Julia's vision.

And Julia's vision has led her

to sweetbreads.

Do you know

what sweetbreads are?

No.

Like a danish, right?

Who's next?

Hi.

Pork chops, Johnny.

Over here.

Your basket's empty.

Yes, I'm aware.

I've been trying

to get his attention.

Oh.

Hello! Johnny!

Hi.

Morning, Mrs. DeVoto.

What can I do for you today?

Pays to be pushy.

We're gonna need all

the sweetbreads you've got.

Is Mrs. Child really doing

sweetbreads?

She is, indeed. Better stock up, then.

She is, indeed. Better stock up, then.

I couldn't take another round

of enraged customers.

We almost didn't survive

the run on sole last month.

Really?

If it's alright, I'll help you

drop off the food at Julia's,

but then I have to race

back to the office.

Three sister stations

are wondering

where the new episode is.

Russ may or may not be

on the verge

of an insomnia-induced

nervous breakdown.

Men and sleep.

Yeah, well, I'm happy

to pick up the slack,

but there is a lot

of slack this week.

Strict instructions from Julia.

You can skedaddle after you

help me prep the sweetbreads.

Prep the sweetbreads?

These babies need to soak

for 24 hours.

Ah. Oh. Ah. Oh.

Apparently, glands are

very high-maintenance.

I think we need to add

some more water.

Though that may be true, we must

follow the scientific method.

If we don't have a constant

by which to compare,

we'll be nowhere

as we begin to experiment.

Monsieur Calvel's recipe

is our North Star.

Be that as it may,

we're working to a deadline.

So, perhaps we can make

some calculated accelerations.

Ah, but bread rushes for no one.

I'm not sure Blanche Knopf

would agree with that.

Well, then, we have to seduce

her with the joy of process.

Mm.

Mm.

The vigor of the knead.

The suspense of the proof.

The catharsis of the slash.

Watch that vigor, Paul.

You're liable to give yourself

a hernia.

W-W-Wait - The

The kitchen is closed

for business.

We are the business, baby.

Television trumps cookbook.

Well, just

Just don't touch anything.

Wh

Watch it, pal.

Ah Oh!

Oh, very nice.

Very nice.

Oh!

Oh, I need some air.

Oh, don't you dare destroy

this wonderful humidity!

It smells like pancreas, Paul.

Be reasonable. Breathe through your mouth.

Be reasonable. Breathe through your mouth.

Oh, for God's sake.

Ugh!

Oh.

Alice, you got this?

No, a-actually,

I really have to

You're a doll!

Paul's trying to recreate

a professional

baker's oven in here.

This heatwave is a

Is a gift from Hestia.

The Greek maiden goddess

of the hearth.

Apparently, she's with us.

Hm, is there a Greek

maiden goddess of glands?

'Cause I could use her help.

Time for a break?

For you and a cool glass?

Always.

I snuck in a drop of gin.

Ooh.

Gosh, this heatwave is dreadful.

Paul's in proofing heaven.

He's babysitting the dough

as we speak.

I think there's a metaphor

about a watched pot

he should consider.

I have watched my husband

watch paint dry.

It's one of the many reasons

I knew he'd bring

the right energy to bread.

Because he's meticulous.

Yes.

But he's also not you.

The recipe needs

that Julia touch.

I know that Blanche Knopf

wants what she wants.

So I promise to touch it up

and down and all around.

Paul is a brilliant man.

But he's not exactly known

for his accessible thinking.

You mean he's a snob?

We're all snobs.

It's not a judgment.

But your gift is one

of translation.

Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

Judith, but

you are actually a very

well qualified translator.

I translate French,

not French bread.

And I'm not a writer.

Ooh, that's mere details.

You didn't come all this way

just to watch.

No, I came all this way

to spend some time with you.

Goodness knows I could

have vacationed in Montauk

like a normal New Yorker.

Yes, well,

I-I'm disappointed, too.

And it's your vacation.

You deserve to spend it

as you want.

So, if you need to go,

I understand.

The cuts of sweetbread

come from these glands

right at the base of the neck,

which are wonderfully

aromatic and delicate.

I thought she was doing donuts.

Maybe she's just gonna

turn them into donuts.

And sweetbreads also come

from another surprising source.

Any guesses?

Are we supposed to guess?

No, that was a dramatic pause.

Maybe a little less dramatic.

Yes, roger that.

It's something that helps

to aid in digestion,

and now I'm going to encourage

you to digest it yourself.

It's the pancreas!

Oh, Russ.

Russ!

Present!

Could we use our mirror to show

the fascinating process

of separating the two lobes

from the tube?

Benny.

What the lady wants,

the lady gets.

And I need to keep it in focus?

Now, just grab those

pre-soaked lobes

No. God no.

I did not sign up

for sweetbreads in close-up.

Oh, dear!

We had a casualty.

I got it.

We want to really relish

ripping these membranes apart.

I'm still not sure about

the flour proportions.

Shh!

They'll hear you.

- No!

- Just a peek.

We peeked last time,

and look what happened

Pale, insipid crust.

Sit.

My only fear is failing her.

Then we won't.

Together?

Yeah.

Ooooooh ♪

Ah Uh, Tilly's

sister did them.

She's a whizz at knitting.

I've got a closet full

of sweaters I never wear

to prove it.

Wow.

These'll be great.

Perfect for this

August heat wave.

You look tired.

You sleeping?

Actually, I'm great.

Never been more focused.

I know you're busy,

so I'll get to it.

I want to make

a weekly news program

that focuses on civil rights

and social justice issues

in this country.

I have Morgenthau, uh, making

a documentary about that.

Y-Yes, but a documentary

is a one-off.

This issue is evolving,

volatile.

We need a program

that can respond in real time.

I'll mention it to Morgenthau.

Hm.

No, Hunter, I'm your guy.

Mm yeah.

You are my guy.

My guy for

"The French Chef."

Well, that, uh, shot

with the mirror genius.

No one can do that like you.

But what do you have to say

about this civil rights thing

that other people can't say?

In fact,

I called this meeting

I called this meeting.

To talk about doing

more home shows

for our lady viewers.

Apparently, there are

a lot of them.

Who knew?

Maybe a knitting show

with my sister-in-law.

Uh Her personality

is terrible,

but you know, yarn is

Well, I don't know.

You'll figure it out.

I'd like to do something

that matters.

To whom?

"The French Chef" matters

to a whole lot of people.

And the only reason Morgenthau

gets to make his documentary

is because "The French Chef"

will pay for it.

So, really, you are working

on civil rights.

Feel better?

Alice:

Sorry for the mess.

I don't usually have visitors.

I'm usually the one summoned.

Have I been summoned?

Oh, no.

No, I just wanted to talk.

To check in,

see how you were feeling.

Well, I'll feel better

once we move onto crepes.

Yes. About that.

Uh, the future episodes are

what I wanted to talk about.

Oh.

So, I have been summoned.

Well, the fact of the matter is

that the show is a huge success.

Uh-huh. Getting

bigger by the month,

and with that has come the

saving grace of a real budget.

Money makes the world go 'round.

Indeed.

We've been doing so much

with so little,

but it turns out

we can now afford to hire

a production assistant.

What's a production assistant?

Oh, uh, someone

who can be responsible

for grocery shopping,

um, food prep,

an extra pair of hands

behind the counter for Julia.

You mean you can hire someone

to be me?

I can I can hire someone

to lessen the burden

on you and Dorothy.

You're firing me.

I can't fire you.

You're a volunteer.

Please don't get the wrong

end of the stick.

A production assistant

would just free you up

to do the parts you like.

You won't be tied to

the rigorous schedule

of a multi-episode TV show.

You can flit in and out

as you'd like.

Flit?

I can flit?

Cold, cold, cold.

Moved onto c*ck?

Paul had the brilliant idea

of ice cubes in the oven

to create more steam for the crust. Yes.

To create more steam for the crust. Yes.

But if the ice doesn't work,

perhaps the reverse

Conducting enough heat

through an object

Have you tried

brushing water on it?

Yes, that's where we started.

No, I think the ice cubes

will evaporate too quickly.

Perhaps, but seems worth a try.

Mm.

Well, the flavor's good.

But the texture's all wrong.

I'm not sure where crust ends

and bread begins.

We are in process.

Mm.

Well, your process

is in a very chewy phase.

Um, darling, might I see you

in the pantry

for a quick question

about yeast?

Oh.

This is far too stuffy

an environment to store yeast.

I don't want to talk about yeast.

Hmm? Oh.

You charged us with an endeavor,

and we deserve time

to get it right.

Yes, I understand that,

but this is my name on it

at the end of the day.

I told you I'd be checking in.

You told us you'd be available

as needed.

And we do not need you

as of yet.

A little trust, maybe?

But you're not storing yeast

in here, right?

Julia.

Yes, alright.

I'm leaving.

She actually thinks

she can fire us.

As you and Dorothy

are not employees,

that does seem rather difficult.

Yeah, that's what she said.

Why do you think

she wanted to fire you?

I have no idea.

Well, maybe Dorothy because

she skipped town

on a week when we were sh**ting.

Well, she may have a point.

And you?

Maybe because I'm too squeamish

to handle the sweetbreads.

Which means that she has to do

all the prepping herself,

in addition to everything

else she does, which

I imagine is probably a lot.

She may have a point.

Yep.

She may have a point.

Chew.

It's calming.

Maybe I'm just old and useless.

You're not old.

And no one has ever called

Avis DeVoto useless.

Silly of me to think

I was important enough

to become a problem.

Did I ever tell you

about my boss in the OSS?

Mr. Earp became

utterly convinced

that he could induce

the Japanese to surrender

by playing on their

supposed fear of foxes.

The State Department

actually allowed him

to dip a thousand of the poor

things in phosphorous

and then release them

into the water

in the hope that

they'd swim to shore

and scare the soldiers

out of their foxholes.

Well, who the hell has

a thousand foxes standing by?

Well, the little beasts

all drowned in the Pacific.

Oh. We all knew it was a terrible idea. Oh.

We all knew it was a terrible idea.

But he was in charge,

and so we did it.

How many men have set the rules

and the world didn't fall apart?

Men have unbelievable confidence

when it comes to making

arbitrary decisions.

They feel totally justified

by the mere fact

that it is their desire

for it to be so.

I envy that.

Well, now I get to make

the decisions.

And you're not even

a terrible idea.

The show is about

French cooking,

so I don't believe

Mrs. Child will be amenable

to a Philly cheesesteak episode,

but I will relay the message.

Alright.

Bye now.

Julia.

Interesting conversation?

Oh, lots of requests

from our sister stations.

I am learning the art

of the polite put-off.

You know who can't be

politely put off?

My dear friend Avis.

I-I don't know what

she told you, Julia,

but professionalizing the show

is an important step.

Professionalizing

sounds an awful lot

like trying to replace

Avis and Dorothy.

But if it makes

your life easier

But that wasn't your decision

to make, Alice.

Honestly, I think it was

overstepping on your part.

Um

Wow.

Sorry.

Oh, dear.

No, this isn't

what it looks like.

Well, it looks like

you're trying not to cry.

No, I'm not going to cry.

I think it might be too late.

No.

No, I have three older brothers.

You do not cry when you have

three older brothers.

Well, your brothers aren't here.

Well, maybe I'll pretend

that they are here.

Oh, dear.

I think I may have

hurt your feelings.

I really didn't mean

to hurt your feelings.

Seem to be rather good

at that at the moment.

Oh, you know, I think

that I-I am just, um

oh, confused.

Confused about what?

Uh, my job.

I-I love my job, but it

It lacks a little bit of

definition.

I am told to step up

and then to step back,

to make myself indispensable,

but then suddenly

I've leapt off a cliff and

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

This is not your problem.

I think San Francisco just

gave me some mixed-up ideas.

Why would San Francisco

give you mixed-up ideas?

I sold the show

to San Francisco.

Wait, you did that?

I assumed it was Russ.

You told me to make myself

indispensable, so I did.

But if I've overstepped now,

I apologize.

It won't happen again.

Don't apologize.

I know I can be messy

and impulsive

and seat-of-my-pants,

and that isn't always easy.

But that is the fact of it.

Avis and Dorothy

made this show happen

when no one but you and I

believed in it,

and I am never letting them go.

They're family.

I understand.

But you're family, too.

Poor Professor Higgins ♪

Poor Professor Higgins ♪

Yeah.

On he plods against all odds ♪

On he plods against all odds ♪

Mm.

Oh, poor Professor Higgins ♪

9 p.m., 10 p.m. ♪

On through midnight

ev'ry night ♪

1 a.m., 2 a.m. ♪

Three ♪

Four ♪

Five ♪

Quit, Professor Higgins ♪

Nah.

Quit, Professor Higgins ♪

Hear our plea ♪

Or payday we will quit,

Professor Higgins ♪

Ay not I, O not Ow ♪

Pounding, pounding

in our brain ♪

Ay not I, O not Ow ♪

Don't say "Rine," say "Rain" ♪

Don't say "Rine," say "Rain" ♪

The rain in Spain ♪

Stays mainly ♪

In the plain ♪

In the plain ♪

The rain in Spain ♪

Stays mainly in the plain ♪

Oh.

I think she's got it ♪

We did it!

Oh, you're beautiful.

Oh, we did it!

We did it! We did it!

By George, she's got it ♪

By George, she's got it ♪

Now, once again,

where does it rain? ♪

On the plain, on the plain ♪

On the plain, on the plain ♪

And where's that

soggy plain? ♪

A toast!

- That's your third toast.

- Yes, it's my third drink.

This one for my darling Paul

and his ingenious breakthrough.

To the asbestos tile.

Together:

To the asbestos tile!

Mm!

Honestly, Paul, I don't know how

you come up with these things.

A quick study of thermal

qualities, I guess.

I don't know.

Yes, that asbestos tile was 100%

the brainchild of Paul Child.

Well, I had a very patient

collaborator.

Oh, it's just wonderful

when something works.

Are you getting choked up

over your own grand idea?

Don't be silly.

This shrimp is wonderfully hot.

You should grab a copy

of Joyce Chen's cookbook

before you leave.

It's worth the Peking Duck

recipe alone.

Absolutely.

And you'll appreciate it

all the more now that you're

a cookbook author yourself.

Ah! One recipe does not

a cookbook author make.

Oh, stop that.

If it were up to me, that recipe

would be 32 pages long.

You achieved culinary poetry.

I couldn't do it.

Food makes me feel creative.

Mm, mm, mm. Mm!

Not another one, Julia!

- To Judith.

- Mm-hmm.

I can't wait to see the poetry

she makes of brioche.

- Uh-huh.

- Judith: Wait.

I'm not doing the whole chapter.

We'll see.

I demand mint chip.

It's a freezer, dear,

not a Dairy Queen.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, gosh.

Butter pecan for me, and, um

- Oh, gosh. No.

- Oh, gosh. No.

Who put that there?

Ah.

Ohh!

Paul and Judith's boulangerie,

Julia speaking.

Oh, Dort! Hi, Dort.

Why so late?

Dort is Dorothy

Julia's sister, the youngest.

Taller than Julia,

if you can believe it.

Oh, Dort.

Julia?

Pop died.

His heart gave out.

I'm so sorry.

I'll give you two some privacy.

Oh, Dort, no.

No, I'll take care

of all of that.

Yes, please don't worry, pet.

I can call

the funeral home and

Yes, I don't mind.

Yes, I'll handle it.

He did seem slower.

And I-I didn't think to see him

when we were in San Francisco.

Please don't

Don't do that to yourself.

Well, Pop's the last

of that generation.

I feel a bit

like I built a house

and forgot to include the roof.

Uh, I'm gonna cancel

the taping tomorrow.

Oh, no, Paul.

People are depending on me.

I should I should

Look at us.

It's 3:00 a.m.

We have got to get some rest.

Julia.

I love you.

Do you think she's okay?

She looks okay.

Okay, 30 seconds!

Places, please!

Settle in, settle in.

Rolling sound.

Rolling picture.

And we're ready in 5, 4, 3

Hello, I'm Julia Child.

Today's a special day,

because we're tackling

something particularly French.

They're called sweetbreads, and

they're neither sweet nor bread.

But they are divine.

I have a feeling they may not be

a favorite for many of you,

but they are a favorite of mine.

And we've come so far

already together,

I'm asking you

to give them a chance.

And you may surprise yourself.

And isn't it nice

to be surprised?

On a personal note,

I'd like to dedicate

this episode to my father.

My father never ate sweetbreads.

He was very picky.

In fact, just the thought of him

eating them makes me smile.

But I am who I am because of him

and in spite of him.

And so, Pop, this one's for you.

Um, a good show.

Lovely about your father.

But never make

sweetbreads again.

In one week, my wife is going

to recreate your meal,

and I don't want that.

Well, you'll be pleased to know

that next week is tarte tatin.

Apple pie.

Ah! Great.

I won't bore you with numbers

or details,

but the show is doing very well.

Uh, Scotch?

Oh, no.

Uh, sold in four markets,

et cetera, et cetera.

All that means for you

is we'd like to do a season two.

Oh, that's splendid.

Yes, it is.

Glad to hear you're in.

I haven't said I'm in.

Uh Mm?

You haven't actually asked me

if I'm in.

I have terms.

We need a couple of breaks

in production

for us to catch our breath

once in a while.

Alright.

And WGBH pays for the food.

Uh, the food

is a significant cost.

Well, I assume these stations

who are buying the show

are doing so with money?

So, that will pay for the food.

Fine.

Is that all?

No, there's one more thing.

Alice Naman.

Is she a problem?

No, she's a producer.

She should have the title.

Full producer.

Okay, now I'm asking

Are you in?

To Season Two.

To Season Two.

♪ Gonna build a mountain

from a little hill ♪

♪ Gonna build a mountain,

least I hope I will ♪

♪ Gonna build a mountain,

gonna build it high ♪

♪ I don't know how

♪ I'm gonna do it ♪

♪ I only know I'm gonna try ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna build me a daydream ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ From a little hope ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna push that daydream ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Up the mountain slope ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna build a daydream ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna see it through ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna build a mountain

and a daydream ♪

♪ Gonna make 'em both

come true ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Gonna build a heaven ♪

♪ From a little hell ♪

♪ Gonna build me a heaven ♪

♪ And I know darn well ♪

♪ If I build my mountain

with a lot of care ♪

♪ And take my daydream

up the mountain ♪

♪ Then heaven will be

waiting there ♪

♪ When I build that heaven,

as I will someday ♪

Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And the lord sends Gabriel

to take me away ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ What a fine young son

to take my place ♪

Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'll leave a son

in my heaven on earth ♪

♪ With the good lord's grace ♪