I'm a beet freak. I put them in the pressure cooker.

A house without a cat is like a day without sunshine, a pie without fromage, a dinner without wine.

With enough butter, anything is good

I'm a beet freak. I put them in the pressure cooker.

Ye gods! But you're not standing around holding it by the hand all this time. No. [...] [T]he dough takes care of itself. [...] While you cannot speed up the process, you can slow it down at any point by setting the dough in a cooler place [...] then continue where you left off, when you are ready to do so. In other words, you are the boss of that dough.

You learn to cook so that you don't have to be a slave to recipes. You get what's in season and you know what to do with it.

Because of media hype and woefully inadequate information, too many people nowadays are deathly afraid of their food, and what does fear of food do to the digestive system? ... I, for one, would much rather swoon over a few thin slices of prime beefsteak, or one small serving of chocolate mousse, or a sliver of foie gras than indulge to the full on such nonentities as fat-free gelatin puddings.