For Me, A Plain Baked Potato Is

In General, I Think, Human Beings Are Happiest At Table When They Are Very Young, Very Much In Love Or Very Alone.

Talleyrand Said That Two Things Are Essential In Life: To Give Good Dinners And To Keep On Fair Terms With Women. As The Years Pass And Fires Cool, It Can Become Unimportant To Stay Always On Fair Terms Either With Women Or One's Fellows, But A Wide And Sensitive Appreciation Of Fine Flavours Can Still Abide With Us, To Warm Our Hearts.

I Honestly Believe That Everything I Know About The Writing Of Non-fiction (or Writing) Could Be Engraved On The Head Of A Pin With A Garden Hoe.

Almost Any Normal Oyster Never Knows From One Year To The Next Whether He Is He Or She, And May Start At Any Moment, After The First Year, To Lay Eggs Where Before He Spent His Sexual Energies In Being Exceptionally Masculine.

The Smell Of Good Bread Baking, Like The Sound Of Lightly Flowing Water, Is Indescribable In Its Evocation Of Innocence And Delight... [breadmaking Is] One Of Those Almost Hypnotic Businesses, Like A Dance From Some Ancient Ceremony. It Leaves You Filled With One Of The World's Sweetest Smells... There Is No Chiropractic Treatment, No Yoga Exercise, No Hour Of Meditation In A Music-throbbing Chapel. That Will Leave You Emptier Of Bad Thoughts Than This Homely Ceremony Of Making Bread.