...no One Is Born A Great Cook,

Of Course I Made Many Boo-boos. At First This Broke My Heart, But Then I Came To Understand That Learning How To Fix One's Mistakes, Or Live With Them, Was An Important Part Of Becoming A Cook.

Dining With One's Friends And Beloved Family Is Certainly One Of Life's Primal And Most Innocent Delights, One That Is Both Soul-satisfying And Eternal.

Ye Gods! But You're Not Standing Around Holding It By The Hand All This Time. No. [...] [t]he Dough Takes Care Of Itself. [...] While You Cannot Speed Up The Process, You Can Slow It Down At Any Point By Setting The Dough In A Cooler Place [...] Then Continue Where You Left Off, When You Are Ready To Do So. In Other Words, You Are The Boss Of That Dough.

Cooking Hasn't Yet Been Accepted As The Art Form It Is. It Should Be On The Level With Any Of The Other Art Forms.

In My Generation, Except For A Few People Who'd Gone Into Banking Or Nursing Or Something Like That, Middle-class Women Didn't Have Careers. You Were To Marry And Have Children And Be A Nice Mother. You Didn't Go Out And Do Anything. I Found That I Got Restless.