A large part of my career in publishing involved writing cookbooks. I tested the recipes and, if necessary, adjusted them. I feel pretty positive about the many cookbooks I have written.
However, the dishes of which I am proudest are the ones when suddenly, late in the evening, I was presented with half a dozen – or more– hungry teenage friends of my daughter. I would make pancakes and a fresh vegetable mix, sprinkle it all with grated cheese and, perhaps, a béchamel sauce and feed what seemed like the 5,000. It was never the same again and again and again and….