Cooks Must Feed Their Egos As Well

When I Write Of Hunger, I Am Really Writing About Love And The Hunger For It, And Warmth And The Love Of It And It Is All One.

Since We Must Eat To Live, We Might As Well Do It With Both Grace And Gusto.

France Eats More Conciously, More Intelligently, Than Any Other Nation.

...for Me There Is Too Little Of Life To Spend Most Of It Forcing Myself Into Detachment From It.

...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.)