Cooks Must Feed Their Egos As Well

I Notice That As I Get Rid Of The Protective Covering Of The Middle Years, I Am More Openly Amused And Incautious And Less Careful Socially, And That All This Makes For Increasingly Pleasant Contacts With The World.

If Time, So Fleeting, Must Like Humans Die, Let It Be Filled With Good Food And Good Talk, And Then Embalmed In The Perfumes Of Conviviality.

A Well-made Martini Or Gibson, Correctly Chilled And Nicely Served, Has Been More Often My True Friend Than Any Two-legged Creature.

It Is All A Question Of Weeding Out What You Yourself Like Best To Do, So That You Can Live Most Agreeably In A World Full Of An Increasing Number Of Disagreeable Surprises.

Dictionaries Are Always Fun, But Not Always Reassuring.