Tell Me What You Eat, And I

Poultry Is For The Cook What Canvas Is For A Painter, Or The Cap Of Fortunatus For A Conjurer.

At The Time I Write, The Glory Of The Truffle Has Now Reached Its Culmination. Who Would Dare To Say That He Has Been At A Dinner Where There Was Not A Pièce Truffée? Who Has Not Felt His Mouth Water In Hearing Truffles A La Provencale Spoken Of? In Fine, The Truffle Is The Very Diamond Of Gastronomy.

The Torrent Of Centuries Rolling Over The Human Race, Has Continually Brought New Perfections, The Cause Of Which, Ever Active Though Unseen, Is Found In The Demands Made By Our Senses, Which Always In Their Turns Demand To Be Occupied.

When You Have Breakfasted Well And Fully, If You Will Drink A Big Cup Of Chocolate At The End You Will Have Digested The Whole Perfectly Three Hours Later, And You Will Still Be Able To Dine. Because Of My Scientific Enthusiasm And The Sheer Force Of My Eloquence I Have Persuaded A Number Of Ladies To Try This, Although They Were Convinced It Would Kill Them; They Have Always Found Themselves In Fine Shape Indeed, And Have Not Forgotten To Give The Professor His Rightful Due.

The Pleasure Of The Table Belongs To All Ages, To All Conditions, To All Countries, And To All Areas; It Mingles With All Other Pleasures, And Remains At Last To Console Us For Their Departure.