Without Peanuts, It Isn't A Cocktail Party.

We Hit It Off Immediately, Especially Helene, Who Was A 'swallow-life-in-big-gulps' Kind Of Person.

I Always Give My Bird A Generous Butter Massage Before I Put It In The Oven. Why? Because I Think The Chicken Likes It -- And, More Important, I Like To Give It.

With Enough Butter, Anything Is Good

I Admired The English Immensely For All That They Had Endured, And They Were Certainly Honorable, And Stopped Their Cars For Pedestrians, And Called You “sir” And “madam,” And So On. But After A Week There, I Began To Feel Wild. It Was Those Ruddy English Faces, So Held In By Duty, The Sense Of “what Is Done” And “what Is Not Done,” And Always Swigging Tea And Chirping, That Made Me Want To Scream Like A Hyena

I Still Feel That French Cooking Is The Most Important In The World, One Of The Few That Has Rules. If You Follow The Rules, You Can Do Pretty Well.