The Senses Are The Organs By Which

Cooking Is One Of The Oldest Arts And One Which Has Rendered Us The Most Important Service In Civic Life.

At The Table Of A Gentleman Living In The Chausee D'antin Was Served Up An Arles Sausage Of Enormous Size. "will You Accept A Slice?" The Host Asked A Lady Who Was Sitting Next To Him; "you See It Has Come From The Right Factory."it Is Really Very Large," Said The Lady, Casting On It A Roguish Glance; "what A Pity It Is Unlike Anything."

When I Need A Word And Do Not Find It In French, I Select It From Other Tongues, And The Reader Has Either To Understand Or Translate Me. Such Is My Fate.

Those Truffled Turkeys, Of Which The Reputation And The Price Are Still Increasing, Appear Like Beneficient Stars, And Make The Eyes Sparkle Of All Sorts Of Gourmands Of Every Category, Whilst Their Faces Beam With Delight And They Themselves Dance With Pleasure.

Gastronomers Of The Year 1825, Who Find Sateity In The Lap Of Abundance, And Dream Of Some Newly-made Dishes, You Will Not Enjoy The Discoveries Which Science Has In Store For The Year 1900, Such As Foods Drawn From The Mineral Kingdom, Liqueurs Produced By The Pressure Of A Hundred Atmospheres; You Will Never See The Importations Which Travelers Yet Unborn Will Bring To You From That Half Of The Globe Which Has Still To Be Discovered Or Explored. How I Pity You!