I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still

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.

Because Of Media Hype And Woefully Inadequate Information, Too Many People Nowadays Are Deathly Afraid Of Their Food, And What Does Fear Of Food Do To The Digestive System? ... I, For One, Would Much Rather Swoon Over A Few Thin Slices Of Prime Beefsteak, Or One Small Serving Of Chocolate Mousse, Or A Sliver Of Foie Gras Than Indulge To The Full On Such Nonentities As Fat-free Gelatin Puddings.

We Should Enjoy Food And Have Fun. It Is One Of The Simplest And Nicest Pleasures In Life.

Once You Have Mastered A Technique, You Barely Have To Look At A Recipe Again