Gourmandise Is An Impassioned, Rational, And Habitual

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.

All Men, Even Those We Call Savages, Have Been So Tormented By The Passion For Strong Drinks, That Limited As Their Capacities Were, They Were Yet Able To Manufacture Them.

To Claim That Wines Should Not Be Changed Is A Heresy; The Palate Becomes Saturated And After The Third Glass The Best Of Wines Arouses Nothing But An Obscure Sensation.

You First Parents Of The Human Race...who Ruined Yourself For An Apple, What Might You Have Done For A Truffled Turkey?