When I Wrote 'fast Food My Way'

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."

Fortunately, I Knew The Cardinal Rule Of Getting On With One's Fellow Cooks. It Applies In Any Kitchen And Can Be Summed Up In Two Short Words: Bust Ass.

When You Become A Good Cook, You Become A Good Craftsman, First. You Repeat And Repeat And Repeat Until Your Hands Know How To Move Without Thinking About It.

You Have No Choice As A Professional Chef: You Have To Repeat, Repeat, Repeat, Repeat Until It Becomes Part Of Yourself. I Certainly Don't Cook The Same Way I Did 40 Years Ago, But The Technique Remains. And That's What The Student Needs To Learn: The Technique.

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.