Cooking Is The Art Of Adjustment.

I Was Born On The Eighteenth Of December, 1935, In The Town Bourg-en-bresse, About Thirty Miles Northeast Of Lyon, The Second Of Three Sons Of Jeanne And Jean-victor Pepin. Weighing Only Two And One Half Pounds, I Nearly Died At Birth.

When I Left To Go Into Apprenticeship In 1949, It Was Only Four Years After The War, And People Don't Realize, We Still Had Tickets For Butter, Meat And So Forth In France Until 1947. It's Not Like The End Of The War, Everything Was Plentiful - It Wasn't.

When I Wrote 'fast Food My Way' In 2004, I Hoped That My Friends Would Prepare My Recipes. Now, More People Cook From That Book Than Any Other I've Written In The Past 30 Years.

After 45 Years Of Marriage, When I Have An Argument With My Wife, If We Don't Agree, We Do What She Wants. But, When We Agree, We Do What I Want!

I Am A Glutton. I'll Eat Whatever Is There. Pizza. I Love Hot Dogs Anywhere. I've Got Nothing Against Any Of That. If I Feel Like Eating, I Eat. I Don't Feel Guilty About It At All.