Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly thro….

Cooks must feed their egos as well as their customers..

War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist.

Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak..

Salad is roughage and a French idea..

One ... aspect of the case for World War II is that while it was still a shooting affair it taught us survivors a great deal about daily living which….

I live with carpe diem engraved on my heart..

Probably no strychnine has sent as many husbands into their graves as mealtime scolding has, and nothing has driven more men into the arms of other w….

since we must eat to live, we might as well do it with both grace and gusto..

No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread..

Cheese has always been a food that both sophisticated and simple humans love..

I believe that one of the most dignified ways we are capable of, to assert and then reassert our dignity in the face of poverty and war's fears and p….

It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté..

At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food..

As for the house, it is scrubbed to the tiniest mousehole before Passover, to avoid such dangers as even a forgotten cake crumb might cause. Passo….

gastronomy is and always has been connected with its sister art of love..

When we exist without thought or thanksgiving we are not men, but beasts..

A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet: he has no need for it, being filled as he is with a God-given and inte….

I honestly believe that everything I know about the writing of non-fiction (or writing) could be engraved on the head of a pin with a garden hoe..

Or you can broil the meat, fry the onions, stew the garlic in the red wine...and ask me to supper. I'll not care, really, even if your nose is a litt….

If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality..