I never feel lonely in the kitchen. Food is very friendly.
I believe in red meat. I often said: red meat and gin.
Was it a sign of Creeping Decrepitude?
If you are going to flip something, you must have the courage of your convictions.
Cassoulet, that best of bean feasts, is everyday fare for a peasant but ambrosia for a gastronome, though its ideal consumer is a 300-pound blocking back who has been splitting firewood nonstop for the last twelve hours on a subzero day in Manitoba.
I always give my bird a generous butter massage before I put it in the oven. Why? Because I think the chicken likes it -- and, more important, I like to give it.