Come under my umbrella and keep in the dry.
I don't care to rob you of this bread. Aunt Jane. It's too rich for my blood. . . . I'd rather take my supper at the cheapest restaurant on the Bowery.
It is said that when the tidings were brought him, he was ashore sitting beneath a hemlock eating his dinner of venison - and as the tidings were told him, after the first start he kept on eating, but slowly and deliberately, chewing the wild news with the wild meat, as if both together, turned to chyle, together should sinew him to his intent.
Cooking philosophy: Buy the best you can find or afford and don’t overmanipulate it.
