It's More Useful To Have Knowledge About

My Mother Likes What I Cook, But Doesn't Think It's French. My Wife Is Puerto Rican And Cuban, So I Eat Rice And Beans. We Have A Place In Mexico, But People Think I'm The Quintessential French Chef.

Fortunately, I Knew The Cardinal Rule Of Getting On With One's Fellow Cooks. It Applies In Any Kitchen And Can Be Summed Up In Two Short Words: Bust Ass.

I Am A Glutton. I'll Eat Whatever Is There. Pizza. I Love Hot Dogs Anywhere. I've Got Nothing Against Any Of That. If I Feel Like Eating, I Eat. I Don't Feel Guilty About It At All.

The Menus That Remain, For Me, Are Really The Menus That You Have With Your Good Friends, With Your Wife, With Your Mother, With Your Kids. These Are What Stay In Your Mind.

When You Are At Home, Even If The Chicken Is A Little Burnt, What's The Big Deal? Relax.