I Was Thirty-seven Years Old

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.

People Were Hysterical About Communism The Way People Today Are Hysterical About Flag Burning. I'm Really Against These People Who Try To Show That They're Great Patriots, Because They're Not Thinking, They're Just Being Hysterical.

You Have To Eat To Cook. You Can't Be A Good Cook And Be A Noneater. I Think Eating Is The Secret To Good Cooking.

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.