My, I Get So Depressed After A

My, I Get So Depressed After A Poor Meal; That's Why I Can Never Stay In England For More Than A Week.

I Don't Believe In Twisting Yourself Into Knots Of Excuses And Explanations Over The Food You Make.... Usually One's Cooking Is Better Than One Thinks It Is. And If The Food Is Truly Vile...then The Cook Must Simply Grit Her Teeth And Bear It With A Smile.

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

In Spite Of Food Fads, Fitness Programs, And Health Concerns, We Must Never Lose Sight Of A Beautifully Conceived Meal.

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.