I Still Feel That French Cooking Is

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.

It's Hard To Imagine A Civilization Without Onions; In One Form Or Another Their Flavor Blends Into Almost Everything In The Meal Except The Desert.

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.

You Must Have Discipline To Have Fun.

She Was My First Cat Ever, And I Thought She Was Marvelous.