You have to do it and do it, until you get it right.

Forget the cheap white wine: go to beef and gin!

Just like becoming an expert in wine, you learn by drinking it, the best you can afford.

How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?

Food like love is a deeply emotional matter.

Fake food -- I mean those patented substances chemically flavored and mechanically bulked out to kill the appetite and deceive the gut -- is unnatural, almost immoral, a bane to good eating and good cooking.

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.