The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
I wish my stove came with a Save As button like Word has. That way I could experiment with my cooking and not fear ruining my dinner.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.
What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.
I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food