I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still

I Found That The Recipes In Most - In All - The Books I Had Were Really Not Adequate. They Didn't Tell You Enough... I Won't Do Anything Unless I'm Told Why I'm Doing It. So I Felt That We Needed Fuller Explanations So That If You Followed One Of Those Recipes, It Should Turn Out Exactly Right.

Upon Reflection, I Decided I Had Three Main Weaknesses: I Was Confused (evidenced By A Lack Of Facts, An Inability To Coordinate My Thoughts, And An Inability To Verbalize My Ideas); I Had A Lack Of Confidence, Which Cause Me To Back Down From Forcefully Stated Positions; And I Was Overly Emotional At The Expense Of Careful, 'scientific' Though. I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still Discovering Who I Was.

Any Disaster Is A Learning Process.

Fine #‎ Wine Is A Living Liquid ... Its Life Comprises Youth, Maturity, Old Age, And Death.

The More You Know, The More You Can Create. There's No End To Imagination In The Kitchen.