I'm Not Wild About Those Twenty-four Hour

I Had My First French Meal And I Never Got Over It. It Was Just Marvelous. We Had Oysters And A Lovely Dry White Wine. And Then We Had One Of Those Lovely Scalloped Dishes And The Lovely, Creamery Buttery Sauce. Then We Had A Roast Duck And I Don't Know What Else.

Some People Like To Paint Pictures, Or Do Gardening, Or Build A Boat In The Basement. Other People Get A Tremendous Pleasure Out Of The Kitchen, Because Cooking Is Just As Creative And Imaginative An Activity As Drawing, Or Wood Carving, Or Music.

Food Like Love Is A Deeply Emotional Matter.

Because Of Media Hype And Woefully Inadequate Information, Too Many People Nowadays Are Deathly Afraid Of Their Food, And What Does Fear Of Food Do To The Digestive System? ... I, For One, Would Much Rather Swoon Over A Few Thin Slices Of Prime Beefsteak, Or One Small Serving Of Chocolate Mousse, Or A Sliver Of Foie Gras Than Indulge To The Full On Such Nonentities As Fat-free Gelatin Puddings.

We Are So Bemused By Our Own Petard, That We Are Unable To Look At Things Objectively.