If I Had To Narrow My Choice

I've Long Said That If I Were About To Be Executed And Were Given A Choice Of My Last Meal, It Would Be Bacon And Eggs. There Are Few Sights That Appeal To Me More Than The Streaks Of Lean And Fat In A Good Side Of Bacon, Or The Lovely Round Of Pinkish Meat Framed In Delicate White Fat That Is Canadian Bacon. Nothing Is Quite As Intoxicating As The Smell Of Bacon Frying In The Morning, Save Perhaps The Smell Of Coffee Brewing.

When You Cook, You Never Stop Learning. That's The Fascination Of It All.

Goodness, How Much There Is To Learn About Food!

Like The Theater, Offering Food And Hospitality To People Is A Matter Of Showmanship, And No Matter How Simple The Performance, Unless You Do It Well, With Love And Originality, You Have A Flop On Your Hands.

Too Few People Understand A Really Good Sandwich.