The Tomato Hides Its Griefs. Internal Damage

I Admired The English Immensely For All That They Had Endured, And They Were Certainly Honorable, And Stopped Their Cars For Pedestrians, And Called You “sir” And “madam,” And So On. But After A Week There, I Began To Feel Wild. It Was Those Ruddy English Faces, So Held In By Duty, The Sense Of “what Is Done” And “what Is Not Done,” And Always Swigging Tea And Chirping, That Made Me Want To Scream Like A Hyena

I'm A Beet Freak. I Put Them In The Pressure Cooker.

My Mother Was Independent. She Had Grown Up In Dalton And Pittsfield, In Western Massachusetts, And She Was One Of The First Women Drivers In That Area.

I’m Awfully Sorry For People Who Are Taken In By All Of Today’s Dietary Mumbo Jumbo. They Are Not Getting Any Enjoyment Out Of Their Food.

Too Much Trouble,' 'too Expensive,' Or 'who Will Know The Difference' Are Death Knells For Good Food. ... Cooking Is Not A Particularly Difficult Art, And The More You Cook And Learn About Cooking, The More Sense It Makes.