It was in the early ‘50s that I first met Fidel, and looking back on it now, I must admit, honestly, that I did play a role, quite innocuously really, in the revolutionary events that swept Cuba just a few, short years later. In those days I was working for the old New York Herald Tribune as the weekend restaurant critic. Fidel had come to my attention, not as politician or chef, but as a budding intellectual who had established himself as an enfant terrible among New York’s literati. . . .read the rest of my story within these pages: Little Leaves That Never Appeared in The New Yorker.