"You cannot, you cannot, Madame, serve old pastry!…Look at that delicate crust! You may feel that you have eaten too much…But this pastry is like feathers--it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive! And why?" She glared at me sternly. "Because Monsieur Paul did not even open the flour bin until he saw you coming! He could not, he could not have baked you one of his special apple tarts with old dough!" ---M.F.K. Fisher, "I Was Really Very Hungry"