I Wouldn't Keep Him Around

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.

The Shellfish Thing Is Very Scary. You Have To Know The People You Buy From And Exactly Where Their Wholesalers Are Getting The Fish From.

I'm Not Wild About Those Twenty-four Hour Marinades

I Would Happily Die With A Bottle Of White Burgundy In My Mouth.

When I Got To France I Realized I Didn't Know Very Much About Food At All. I'd Never Had A Real Cake. I'd Had Those Cakes From Cake Mixes Or The Ones That Have A Lot Of Baking Powder In Them. A Really Good French Cake Doesn't Have Anything Like That In It - It's All Egg Power.