In Fine, The Truffle Is The Very

If One Swallows A Cup Of Chocolate Only Three Hours After A Copious Lunch, Everything Will Be Perfectly Digested And There Will Still Be Room For Dinner.

An Intelligently Planned Feast Is Like A Summing Up Of The Whole World, Where Each Part Is Represented By Its Envoys.

In The Centre Of A Spacious Table Rose A Pastry As Large As A Church, Flanked On The North By A Quarter Of Cold Veal, On The South By An Enormous Ham, On The East By A Monumental Pile Of Butter, And On The West By An Enormous Dish Of Artichokes, With A Hot Sauce.

Those Truffled Turkeys, Of Which The Reputation And The Price Are Still Increasing, Appear Like Beneficient Stars, And Make The Eyes Sparkle Of All Sorts Of Gourmands Of Every Category, Whilst Their Faces Beam With Delight And They Themselves Dance With Pleasure.

The Number Of Flavors Is Infinite, For Every Soluble Body Has A Peculiar Flavor, Like None Other.