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In The 1960s, You Could Eat Anything You Wanted, And Of Course, People Were Smoking Cigarettes And All Kinds Of Things, And There Was No Talk About Fat And Anything Like That, And Butter And Cream Were Rife. Those Were Lovely Days For Gastronomy, I Must Say.

I Always Give My Bird A Generous Butter Massage Before I Put It In The Oven. Why? Because I Think The Chicken Likes It -- And, More Important, I Like To Give It.

Just Like Becoming An Expert In Wine–you Learn By Drinking It, The Best You Can Afford–you Learn About Great Food By Finding The Best There Is, Whether Simply Or Luxurious. The You Savor It, Analyze It, And Discuss It With Your Companions, And You Compare It With Other Experiences.

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

Food Like Love Is A Deeply Emotional Matter.