I Was Thirty-seven Years Old And Still

Cassoulet, That Best Of Bean Feasts, Is Everyday Fare For A Peasant But Ambrosia For A Gastronome, Though Its Ideal Consumer Is A 300-pound Blocking Back Who Has Been Splitting Firewood Nonstop For The Last Twelve Hours On A Subzero Day In Manitoba.

Life Itself Is The Proper Binge.

There Are Reasons, And Then There Are Excuses.

Romance Is The Icing But Love Is The Cake.

The Only Real Stumbling Block Is Fear Of Failure. In Cooking You've Got To Have A What-the-hell Attitude.