Cooking Is The Art Of Adjustment.

I Cooked At The White House For Easter, Last Year, With Michelle Obama. But It More Had To Do With Cooking From The Organic Garden, And Her Message. I Took My Daughter And Granddaughter There, And They Were Really Charming, It Was Great.

I Was Chef To The French Presidents Between '56 And '59, Finished With De Gaulle, And During De Gaulle I Remember Serving Eisenhower, Nehru, Tito, Macmillan; Those Were The Heads Of State At The Time. I Never Saw Anyone. No One Would Ever, Ever, Ever Come To The Kitchen. You Couldn't Even See Them.

Thirty, 40 Years Ago, More Than That Now, Even, The Cook Was Certainly At The Bottom Of The Social Scale. And Any Mother Would've Wanted Their Child To Marry A Doctor, A Lawyer, An Architect, Not A Cook. Now, We Are Genius, It's Different.

Fortunately, I Knew The Cardinal Rule Of Getting On With One's Fellow Cooks. It Applies In Any Kitchen And Can Be Summed Up In Two Short Words: Bust Ass.

This June, I'll Travel Once Again To The Food And Wine Magazine Classic In Aspen, Colorado. For Many Years, My Dear Friend Julia Child And I Have Teamed Up To Teach Classes Together At The Event; For The Past Seven Years, My Daughter, Claudine, Has Been My Cooking Partner On Stage.