There Is Nothing Better On A Cold

Almost Every Profession Has An Outstanding Training Ground. The Military Has West Point, Music Has Juilliard, And The Culinary Arts Has The Institute.

For Some Obscure Reason, Some Authorities Seem Bent On Making The Drinking Of Wine A Ritual More Complicated Than Chess. They Have Succeeded In Inhibiting A Large Section Of The Public And Depriving Them Of One Of The Greatest Pleasures Known To Man.

Give Me A Platter Of Choice Finnan Haddie, Freshly Cooked In Its Bath Of Water And Milk, Add Melted Butter, A Slice Or Two Of Hot Toast, A Pot Of Steaming Darjeeling Tea, And You May Tell The Butler To Dispense With The Caviar, Truffles And Nightingales' Tongues.

Physically He Was The Connoisseur's Connoisseur. He Was A Giant Panda, Santa Claus And The Jolly Green Giant Rolled Into One. On Him, A Lean And Slender Physique Would Have Looked Like Very Bad Casting.

When She Goes About Her Kitchen Duties, Chopping, Carving, Mixing, Whisking, She Moves With The Grace And Precision Of A Ballet Dancer, Her Fingers Plying The Food With The Dexterity Of A Croupier.