...no One Is Born A Great Cook,

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.

Upon Reflection, I Decided I Had Three Main Weaknesses: I Was Confused (evidenced By A Lack Of Facts, An Inability To Coordinate My Thoughts, And An Inability To Verbalize My Ideas); I Had A Lack Of Confidence, Which Cause Me To Back Down From Forcefully Stated Positions; And I Was Overly Emotional At The Expense Of Careful, 'scientific' Though. I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still Discovering Who I Was.

How Lovely Life Can Be If One Takes Time To Be Friendly.

You Never Forget A Beautiful Thing That You Have Made. Even After You Eat It, It Stays With You - Always.

Anything That Says 'healthy' I Say Away From... Giving Up Butter, For Instance, Means That In About Two Years You Will Be Covered In Dandruff.