“It’s a bit burned,” my mother would say apologetically at every meal, presenting you with a piece of meat that looked like… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“As a rule, you knew it was time to eat when you could hear potatoes exploding in the oven. Happily, all this… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“Flambé - done beside a table covered in crisp starched linen in a French restaurant: a method to burn food and money… — Scott Archer Jones Copy Share Image
Sunshine can burn you, food can poison you, words can condemn you, pictures can insult you; music cannot punish - only bless. — Artur Schnabel Copy Share Image
