In the past I have been accused of falsely claiming not to be hungry. One such incident occurred while visiting my good friend George Estess. While enjoying some wine with George, and recently having eaten, I declined his offer to dine with him; I wasn’t hungry. He was cooking his chicken diavolo, which he had pieced together from an old family recipe and what he had learned on a trip to Italy. I did taste the chicken – strictly for professional purposes, of course. And, as George pointed out, “tasting” half a chicken seemed excessive for someone who wasn’t hungry. Perhaps, but how could I resist such a devilish temptation? The next time I’m not hungry, just throw another chicken in the skillet.