If there had been no pig under the barn, there would have been no Emerson on the sofa in the parlor.

The kitchen of the old Ritz had more than one hundred chafing dishes. The shining copper pans always seemed to say: “Here is savoir faire.”

Is the timbale ready for His Highness, chef? The fish course has been served.

It was spring all the time. Spring when it was summer and spring when it was autumn; because I was very young and Gramp was very old.

Hearing the cheering from the birthday party across the Atlantic, we decided to go. France holds celebration for beloved Paris, two thousand years old, Europe's oldest capital after Athens and Rome.

Mighty like a rose and it is rose, a rose-petal honey made by a recipe taken from the famous Martha Washington cookbook, the original copy now owned by the Historical Society of Pennsylvania.

See Paris and die? No, see Paris and eat. That is, or should be, the intention of the thousands of visitors who will go to Paris this anniversary year.

It's a little patch of heaven—gourmets' heaven, we mean—Bellows' Gourmets' Bazaar, 69 East Fifty-second Street, New York. Here we discovered little delicacies from the Continent not generally found in the States....

Volcanic hills, Romanesque churches and fortified towns overshadow the elemental, pork scented cookery of this noble and dramatic province.