The Dinner Hour Is A Sacred, Happy

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

I Was 32 When I Started Cooking; Up Until Then, I Just Ate.

Cassoulet, That Best Of Bean Feasts, Is Everyday Fare For A Peasant But Ambrosia For A Gastronome, Though Its Ideal Consumer Is A 300-pound Blocking Back Who Has Been Splitting Firewood Nonstop For The Last Twelve Hours On A Subzero Day In Manitoba.

The Problem For Cookery-bookery Writers Like Me Is To Understand The Extent Of Our Readers' Experience. I Hope Have Solved That Riddle In My Books By Simply Telling Everything. The Experienced Cook Will Know To Skip Through The Verbiage, But The Explanations Will Be There For Those Who Still Need Them.

Pro-choice Is The Only Way To Be-- Because Women Are Human Beings, After All, And Should Be Treated As Such.