I Think Careful Cooking Is Love, Don't

You Are The Butter To My Bread,and The Breath To My Life

Once You Have Mastered A Technique, You Barely Have To Look At A Recipe Again

In The 1960s, You Could Eat Anything You Wanted, And Of Course, People Were Smoking Cigarettes And All Kinds Of Things, And There Was No Talk About Fat And Anything Like That, And Butter And Cream Were Rife. Those Were Lovely Days For Gastronomy, I Must Say.

I Don't Believe In Twisting Yourself Into Knots Of Excuses And Explanations Over The Food You Make.... Usually One's Cooking Is Better Than One Thinks It Is. And If The Food Is Truly Vile...then The Cook Must Simply Grit Her Teeth And Bear It With A Smile.

No One's More Important Than People.