A Potato Is A Poor Thing, Poorly

A Complete Lack Of Caution Is Perhaps One Of The True Signs Of A Real Gourmet: He Has No Need For It, Being Filled As He Is With A God-given And Intelligently Self-cultivated Sense Of Gastronomical Freedom.

I Honestly Believe That Everything I Know About The Writing Of Non-fiction (or Writing) Could Be Engraved On The Head Of A Pin With A Garden Hoe.

Or You Can Broil The Meat, Fry The Onions, Stew The Garlic In The Red Wine...and Ask Me To Supper. I'll Not Care, Really, Even If Your Nose Is A Little Shiny, So Long As You Are Self-possessed And Sure That Wolf Or No Wolf, Your Mind Is Your Own And Your Heart Is Another's And Therefore In The Right Place.

You May Feel That You Have Eaten Too Much...but This Pastry Is Like Feathers - It Is Like Snow. It Is In Fact Good For You, A Digestive!

I Can No More Think Of My Own Life Without Thinking Of Wine And Wines And Where They Grew For Me And Why I Drank Them When I Did And Why I Picked The Grapes And Where I Opened The Oldest Procurable Bottles, And All That, Than I Can Remember Living Before I Breathed.