Cooks Must Feed Their Egos As Well

Most Bereaved Souls Crave Nourishment More Tangible Than Prayers: They Want A Steak.

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.

A Well-made Martini Or Gibson, Correctly Chilled And Nicely Served, Has Been More Often My True Friend Than Any Two-legged Creature.

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.

When Shall We Live If Not Now?