If You Have Extraordinary Bread And Extraordinary

Children Never Lie...i Remember My Daughter Standing In Her Crib The First Time I Gave Her Caviar. I Put It On Bread. She Ate It And Said, "encore, Papa."

After 45 Years Of Marriage, When I Have An Argument With My Wife, If We Don't Agree, We Do What She Wants. But, When We Agree, We Do What I Want!

Great Cooking Favors The Prepared Hands.

Thirty, 40 Years Ago, More Than That Now, Even, The Cook Was Certainly At The Bottom Of The Social Scale. And Any Mother Would've Wanted Their Child To Marry A Doctor, A Lawyer, An Architect, Not A Cook. Now, We Are Genius, It's Different.

Basically, I Go To The Local Farmer's Market And Decide To What To Cook Then, Depending On What I Find. Either My Wife Or I Cook, And We Usually Finish A Bottle Or Two Of Wine By The Time We Are Done Cooking And Eating.