You Don't Need A Silver Fork To

My Mother Would Put Me On A Wooden Box At The Stove And Tell Me To Call Her If Certain Things Would Happen. Like If The Steam Turns Blue, That Is Danger!

I Would Work As A Cook, Get A Little Money, Then Open Another Restaurant.

In '71 Or '72 I Returned To New Orleans And Stayed There. I Started Cooking Louisiana Food. Of All The Things I Had Cooked, It Was The Best-and It Was My Heritage.

You Don't Need A Silver Fork To Eat Good Food.

I Wait For The Next Opportunity To Have Something To Do With Food. If I Get Rested, My Mind Just Starts Creating New Dishes - Click, Click, Click.