A Meal Without Wine Is Like A

The Spanish Ladies Of The New World Are Madly Addicted To Chocolate, To Such A Point That, Not Content To Drink It Several Times Each Day, They Even Have It Served To Them In Church.

The Limits Of Pleasure Are As Yet Neither Known Nor Fixed, And That We Have No Idea What Degree Of Bodily Bliss We Are Capable Of Attaining.

Some Dishes Are Of Such Indisputable Excellence That Their Appearance Alone Is Capable Of Arousing A Level-headed Man's Degustatory Powers. All Those Who, When Presented With Such A Dish, Show Neither The Rush Of Desire, Nor The Radiance Of Ecstasy, May Justly Be Deemed Unworthy Of The Honors Of The Sitting, And Its Related Delights.

La Volaille Est Pour La Cuisine Ce Qu'est La Toile Pour Les Peintres. Fowls Are To The Kitchen What His Canvas Is To The Painter.

When I Need A Word And Do Not Find It In French, I Select It From Other Tongues, And The Reader Has Either To Understand Or Translate Me. Such Is My Fate.