Cooks Must Feed Their Egos As Well

I Sat In The Gradually Chilling Room, Thinking Of My Whole Past The Way A Drowning Man Is Supposed To, And It Seemed Part Of The Present, Part Of The Gray Cold And The Beggar Woman Without A Face And The Moulting Birds Frozen To Their Own Filth In The Orangerie. I Know Now I Was In The Throes Of Some Small Glandular Crisis, A Sublimated Bilious Attack, A Flick From The Whip Of Melancholia, But Then It Was Terrifying...nameless...

Talleyrand Said That Two Things Are Essential In Life: To Give Good Dinners And To Keep On Fair Terms With Women. As The Years Pass And Fires Cool, It Can Become Unimportant To Stay Always On Fair Terms Either With Women Or One's Fellows, But A Wide And Sensitive Appreciation Of Fine Flavours Can Still Abide With Us, To Warm Our Hearts.

I Like Old People When They Have Aged Well.

It Seems To Me That Our Three Basic Needs, For Food And Security And Love, Are So Mixed And Mingled And Entwined That We Cannot Straightly Think Of One Without The Others.

Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful And A Trustful Act, Rather Than The Cursory Fulfillment Of Our Social Obligations.