Turkey is undoubtedly one of the best gifts that the New World has made to the Old.

Meals, in the sense in which we understand this word, began with the second age of the human species.

Poultry is for the cook what canvas is for a painter, or the cap of Fortunatus for a conjurer.

Seating themselves on the greensward, they eat while the corks fly and there is talk, laughter and merriment, and perfect freedom, for the universe is their drawing room and the sun their lamp. Besides, they have appetite, Nature's special gift, which lends to such a meal a vivacity unknown indoors, however beautiful the surroundings.

The destiny of nations depends on how they nourish themselves.

Gluttony is mankind's exclusive prerogative.

To invite people to dine with us is to make ourselves responsible for their well-being for as long as they are under our roofs.