This will be really tricky, considering that this spy has been dead for eight years, but there's just so much inherent humor here. I'd love to see what you could do with . . .
Country of actual actual employ if different from either of above: The hearts and stomachs of millions of formerly timid American chefs
Gender: Female
Age: Kind of the problem. She'd be 100 years old, except that she died in 2004.
Motivation (read as, why he/she became a spy - could be accidental): because (get this!) she was too tall to enlist in the women's branches of the military!
Weapon of choice: Chef knife and butter. Lots of butter.
Gadget of choice: Usually a wire whisk, but she's come around to accepting the stand mixer and the food processor
Vehicle of choice (air, sea, land, etc.): Delivery truck
Opinion on 007 (please specify incarnation): Whoever he is, he's an amateur
Reason for wanting to attend our convention (read as, travel to England): Because English cooking is even more in need of improvement than American cooking. Also, a lengthy coastline, so she can test out the shark repellant she helped develop
Medical condition (if any): None. The woman ate creamy French food and lived to be almost 92 years old. She has the constitution of a horse.
General demeanour: Insanely cheerful, shrieking about "absolutely lovely [insert weird food item here] in that characteristic high-pitched voice of hers, so what if you mess up in the kitchen, you can always rescue things, and none of your guests need ever know
Ultimate goal: Professional: Revolutionize the way people think about food
Ultimate goal: Personal: Lull everyone into a food coma so she can take over the world. Also, make a perfect Tarte Tatin.
Plot line you would like to see if I can manage it: The time she cooked up a batch of Primordial Soup. Seriously. There is video. I have a copy I can send you, or we can head down to the Museum of Science and Industry, which I think still plays it.
Other notes/observations (go wild!): Just . . . this.
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Date: 2012-09-09 02:36 pm (UTC)Name: Julia Child
Alias: The French Chef
Country of employ: United States
Country of actual employ if other than above: PBS
Country of actual actual employ if different from either of above: The hearts and stomachs of millions of formerly timid American chefs
Gender: Female
Age: Kind of the problem. She'd be 100 years old, except that she died in 2004.
Motivation (read as, why he/she became a spy - could be accidental): because (get this!) she was too tall to enlist in the women's branches of the military!
Weapon of choice: Chef knife and butter. Lots of butter.
Gadget of choice: Usually a wire whisk, but she's come around to accepting the stand mixer and the food processor
Vehicle of choice (air, sea, land, etc.): Delivery truck
Opinion on 007 (please specify incarnation): Whoever he is, he's an amateur
Reason for wanting to attend our convention (read as, travel to England): Because English cooking is even more in need of improvement than American cooking. Also, a lengthy coastline, so she can test out the shark repellant she helped develop
Medical condition (if any): None. The woman ate creamy French food and lived to be almost 92 years old. She has the constitution of a horse.
General demeanour: Insanely cheerful, shrieking about "absolutely lovely [insert weird food item here] in that characteristic high-pitched voice of hers, so what if you mess up in the kitchen, you can always rescue things, and none of your guests need ever know
Ultimate goal: Professional: Revolutionize the way people think about food
Ultimate goal: Personal: Lull everyone into a food coma so she can take over the world. Also, make a perfect Tarte Tatin.
Plot line you would like to see if I can manage it: The time she cooked up a batch of Primordial Soup. Seriously. There is video. I have a copy I can send you, or we can head down to the Museum of Science and Industry, which I think still plays it.
Other notes/observations (go wild!): Just . . . this.