A Writing Cook And A Cooking Writer

For Anyone Addicted To Reading Commonplace Books . . . Finding A Good New One Is Much Like Enduring A Familiar Recurrence Of Malaria, With Fever, Fits Of Shaking, Strange Dreams . . . .

...i Prefer Not To Have Among My Guests Two People Or More, Of Any Sex, Who Are In The First Wild Tremours Of Love. It Is Better To Invite Them After Their New Passion Has Settled, Has Solidified Into A Quieter Reciprocity Of Emotions. (it Is Also A Waste Of Good Food, To Serve It To New Lovers.)

This Is Not That, And That Is Certainly Not This, And At The Same Time An Oyster Stew Is Not Stewed, And Although They Are Made Of The Same Things And Even Cooked Almost The Same Way, An Oyster Soup Should Never Be Called A Stew, Nor Stew Soup.

Old Age Is More Bearable If It Can Be Helped By An Early Acceptance Of Being Loved And Of Loving.

War Is A Beastly Business, It Is True, But One Proof We Are Human Is Our Ability To Learn, Even From It, How Better To Exist