I alternate between reading cook books and reading diet books.
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.
Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is.
Passion cooks. Reason cleans.
A successful restaurant makes everything in it, including the patrons, seem a little better than they are.