Any Disaster Is A Learning Process.

I'm Afraid That Surprise, Shock, And Regret Is The Fate Of Authors When They Finally See Themselves On The Page.

I Would Far Prefer To Have Things Happen As They Naturally Do, Such As The Mousse Refusing To Leave The Mold, The Potatoes Sticking To The Skillet, The Apple Charlotte Slowly Collapsing. One Of The Secrets Of Cooking Is To Learn To Correct Something If You Can, And Bear With It If You Cannot.

In The 1960s, You Could Eat Anything You Wanted, And Of Course, People Were Smoking Cigarettes And All Kinds Of Things, And There Was No Talk About Fat And Anything Like That, And Butter And Cream Were Rife. Those Were Lovely Days For Gastronomy, I Must Say.

Too Much Trouble," "too Expensive," Or "who Will Know The Difference" Are Death Knells For Good Food.

As You Get Older, You Shouldn't Waste Time Drinking Bad Wine.