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“A sole cooked in a rich sauce of cream and mushrooms must be followed by a dry dish of entirely different aspect such as a roast partridge or a grilled tournedos, cold ham, jellied beef or a terrine of duck. It must not be preceded by a creamy mushroom soup, nor followed by chicken cooked in a cream sauce. Have some regard for the digestions of others even if your own resembles that of the ostrich.”

Quote by Elizabeth David

Work

French Country Cooking

This book offers a variety of recipes that reflect the authentic flavors and culinary traditions of French countryside cooking. more

Author

Elizabeth David
Elizabeth David

Elizabeth David, a renowned British writer, is known for her profound insights into culinary and dining culture. Her works have had a profound impact on the culinary world, particularly in the revival of British cuisine. Born on December 26, 1913, she passed away on May 22, 1992. more

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