It’s hard to imagine a civilization without onions; in one form or another their flavor blends into almost everything in the meal except the desert.
I love good, fresh food cooked by someone who knows what he’s doing.
There are reasons, and then there are excuses.
No one’s more important than people.
Food, like the people who eat it, can be stimulated by wine or spirits. And, as with people, it can also be spoiled.
People who are not interested in food always seem rather dry and unloving and don’t have a real gusto for life.
Good french cooking cannot be produced by a zombie cook.
If you’re not ready to fail, you’re not going to learn how to cook.
I wouldn’t keep him around long if I didn’t feed him well.
The egg can be your best friend if you just give it the right break.
I’m afraid that surprise, shock, and regret is the fate of authors when they finally see themselves on the page.
It’s simply a very romantic place. Just one look at any of those streets, and you couldn’t be anywhere else – it’s so beautiful, and there’s that location, and the sense of the free spirit. Who couldn’t become ravenous in such a place?
Remember, you are all alone in the kitchen and no one can see you.
Cooking may be a creative art, but it’s also a wonderful full-time hobby.
Without peanuts, it isn’t a cocktail party.
The tomato hides its griefs. Internal damage is hard to spot...
It’s a shame to be caught up in something that doesn’t absolutely make you tremble with joy.
Freshness is essential. That makes all the difference.
I never feel lonely in the kitchen. Food is very friendly.
My, I get so depressed after a poor meal; that’s why I can never stay in England for more than a week.