The egg can be your best friend if you just give it the right break

Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.

I still feel that French cooking is the most important in the world, one of the few that has rules. If you follow the rules, you can do pretty well.

In the 1960s, you could eat anything you wanted, and of course, people were smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, and there was no talk about fat and anything like that, and butter and cream were rife. Those were lovely days for gastronomy, I must say.

The American poultry industry had made it possible to grow a fine-looking fryer in record time and sell it at a reasonable price, but no one mentioned that the result usually tasted like the stuffing inside of a teddy bear.

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

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