I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still

The Dinner Hour Is A Sacred, Happy Time When Everyone Should Be Together And Relaxed.

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.

In France, Cooking Is A Serious Art Form And A National Sport.

Just How Could A Nation Often Be Great If It's Bread Tastes Want Kleenex.

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.