I'm Very Bad, But I Like To

I Have Very Vivid Memories Of Being A Young Child. My Mother Would Create Dinner As For Us, And When She Would Bake, She Would Leave Some Dough For Me. I Would Roll The Dough Into Little Sticks While She Was Cooking The Apple Tart Of Whatever. I Was Looking Through The Window Of The Oven And Flipping The Light, And Then My Bread Would Come Out, And It Was Inedible, Of Course.

Money Is Not Necessarily, Although It Helps A Lot For Happiness, It’s Not Necessarily The Best Way To Be Happy, To Be Rich, You Know.

Fast Food Is Both Evil And Genius. Because Of It We Can Feed A Large Number Of People Fairly Decently At An Affordable Price. However, All The Artificial Flavors And Artificial Ingredients In Some Of Their Products Are Unacceptable. And It's Designed So You Can Eat Fast So You Get Back To Work More Quickly. Not Good.

I Have More Eating Memories Than Cooking Memories And Many Memories Of Being In The Kitchen - I Was Always Attracted To The Kitchen - But Nobody Ever Wanted Me To Touch Anything.

We Lived In St. Tropez When I Was Young, And There Were A Lot Of Vietnamese Refugees In France At The Time, After The War. My Mother Had Many Vietnamese Friends Who Entertained A Lot, And She Was Taught How To Make That Spring Roll. She Would Make Them All The Time.