A Writing Cook And A Cooking Writer

Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful And A Trustful Act, Rather Than The Cursory Fulfillment Of Our Social Obligations.

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.

Life Is Hard, We Say. An Oyster's Life Is Worse. She Lives Motionless, Soundless, Her Own Cold Ugly Shape Her Only Dissipation.

Brioches Are A Light, Pale Yellow, Faintly Sweet Kind Of Muffin With A Characteristic Blob On Top, Rather Like A Mushroom Just Pushing Crookedly Through The Ground. Once Eaten In Paris, They Never Taste As Good Anywhere Else.

Salad Is Roughage And A French Idea.