"We have a good cook."

In a letter to a friend in Chicago, Hemingway enthused:

We have a Femme du Menage... who comes in and gets breakfast and cleans and empties in the morning and then goes away and comes back and cooks and serves dinner at night. She can cook the best meal you ever put in your mouth and I make out the menus, me and Bones [Hadley], for all the things we've heard of or eaten and she does them all wonderfully.