Cooking was a passion and sometimes a serious art form, to be shared with a select few. He refused to provide tips or write out his recipes for people he felt had no affinity for cooking. As he poured some Malbec, he told me about another dinner guest who had raved about his chicken paillard. Oh, Edward, you must give me the recipe! But Edward told me he had no intention of sharing his paillard secrets with her. “Real cooking requires devotion,” he pronounced. “And I could tell she was not devoted.”
