Until I Discovered Cooking, I Was Never

I Hate Organized Religion. I Think You Have To Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself. I Think You Have To Pick Your Own God And Be True To Him. I Always Say 'him' Rather Than 'her.' Maybe It's Because Of My Generation, But I Don't Like The Idea Of A Female God. I See God As A Benevolent Male.

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

There Is Nothing Worse Than Grilled Vegetables.

Mastering The Art Of French Cooking... Doesn't Mean It Has To Be Fancy Cooking, Although It Can Be As Elaborate As You Wish.

In The 1960s, You Could Eat Anything You Wanted, And Of Course, People Were Smoking Cigarettes And All Kinds Of Things, And There Was No Talk About Fat And Anything Like That, And Butter And Cream Were Rife. Those Were Lovely Days For Gastronomy, I Must Say.