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One Of The Problems Of Our Youth Is That The Family Unit Is Broken Up. When We'd Sit Down To Dinner Together As A Family, We'd Learn About Each Other. We Had Something People Don't Get Today.

Don't Get Fancy. Have You Cooked An Apple Pie? You Don't Know What You Did Wrong? Do This: Take Two Or Three Apples. Put Them On A Table. Study Them.

We Didn't Do Wrong Things Because We Didn't Want To Embarrass Our Parents.

My Mother Would Put Me On A Wooden Box At The Stove And Tell Me To Call Her If Certain Things Would Happen. Like If The Steam Turns Blue, That Is Danger!

I Think The Most Wonderful Thing In The World Is Another Chef. I'm Always Excited About Learning New Things About Food.