This June, I'll Travel Once Again To

Cooking Is The Art Of Adjustment.

My Mother Likes What I Cook, But Doesn't Think It's French. My Wife Is Puerto Rican And Cuban, So I Eat Rice And Beans. We Have A Place In Mexico, But People Think I'm The Quintessential French Chef.

You Know, My Parents Had A Restaurant. And I Left Home, Actually, In 1949, When I Was 13 Years Old, To Go Into Apprenticeship. And Actually When I Left Home, Home Was A Restaurant - Like I Said, My Mother Was A Chef. So I Can't Remember Any Time In My Life, From Age 5, 6, That I Wasn't In A Kitchen.

Great Cooking Favors The Prepared Hands.

I Have An Immigrant Story. Most People Come Here For Economic Reasons, Or Religious Reasons, Or Racial Reasons, Or Gender Reasons, Or One Of Those Things. I Had A Good Job In Paris, But America Was, And Still Is, The Golden Fleece. And I've Done Very Well!