I Believe In Red Meat.

It Is The Americans Who Have Managed To Crown Minced Beef As Hamburger, And To Send It Round The World So That Even The Fussy French Have Taken To Le Boeuf Hache, Le Hambourgaire.

You'll Never Know Everything About Anything, Especially Something You Love.

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.

We Ought To Enjoy Our Food, We Ought To Take Time And Care And Prepare It Correctly, And We Ought To Have Fun Doing It And Make It A Communal Event.

The Problem For Cookery-bookery Writers Like Me Is To Understand The Extent Of Our Readers' Experience. I Hope Have Solved That Riddle In My Books By Simply Telling Everything. The Experienced Cook Will Know To Skip Through The Verbiage, But The Explanations Will Be There For Those Who Still Need Them.