Good Cheese Needs Good Companions.

I Believe That If Ever I Had To Practice Cannibalism, I Might Manage If There Were Enough Tarragon Around.

What Comforted Me? That Is Easy. It Was A Strong Cold Chicken Jelly So Very, Very Thick. My Mother's Chinese Cook Would Fix It. He Would Cook It Down, Condense It-this Broth With All Sorts Of Feet In It, Then It Would Gell Into Sheer Bliss. It Kept Me Alive Once For Three Weeks When I Was Ill As A Child. And I've Always Craved It Since.

If I Had To Narrow My Choice Of Meats Down To One For The Rest Of My Life, I Am Quite Certain That Meat Would Be Pork.

Too Many Simple Green Salads Suffer From A Lack Of Imagination.

Goodness, How Much There Is To Learn About Food!