Was it a sign of Creeping Decrepitude?

My father was in real estate, banking, and land management. As family life, it was very conventional, happy, and comfortable. We weren't wealthy, but we were well-off.

I wouldn't keep him around long if I didn't feed him well.

Sometimes ... it takes me an entire day to write a recipe, to communicate it correctly. It's really like writing a little short story.

I was kind of an innocent hayseed from a middle-class, utterly nonintellectual background.

Cooking well doesn't mean cooking fancy.

Pro-choice is the only way to be-- because women are human beings, after all, and should be treated as such.