I Believe In Red Meat. I Often

Romance Is The Icing But Love Is The Cake.

I Think Careful Cooking Is Love, Don't You?

In The 1960s, You Could Eat Anything You Wanted, And Of Course, People Were Smoking Cigarettes And All Kinds Of Things, And There Was No Talk About Fat And Anything Like That, And Butter And Cream Were Rife. Those Were Lovely Days For Gastronomy, I Must Say.

The Problem For Cookery-bookery Writers Like Me Is To Understand The Extent Of Our Readers' Experience. I Hope Have Solved That Riddle In My Books By Simply Telling Everything. The Experienced Cook Will Know To Skip Through The Verbiage, But The Explanations Will Be There For Those Who Still Need Them.

You'll Never Know Everything About Anything, Especially Something You Love.