I Am Still Convinced That A Good,

Good Bread Is The Most Fundamentally Satisfying Of All Foods; And Good Bread With Fresh Butter, The Greatest Of Feasts.

Hands Are Our Earliest Tools. Cooking Starts With The Hands Which Are So Sensitive That When They Touch Something They Transmit Messages To Your Brain About Texture And Temperature.

The Kitchen, Reasonably Enough, Was The Scene Of My First Gastronomic Adventure. I Was On All Fours. I Crawled Into The Vegetable Bin, Settled On A Giant Onion And Ate It, Skin And All. It Must Have Marked Me For Life, For I Have Never Ceased To Love The Hearty Flavor Of Raw Onions.

I’ve Long Said That If I Were About To Be Executed And Were Given A Choice Of My Last Meal, It Would Be Bacon And Eggs.

Nothing Is Quite As Intoxicating As The Smell Of Bacon Frying In The Morning, Save Perhaps The Smell Of Coffee Brewing.