A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.
It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.
The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.
I carried recipes in my head like maps.
Love not often, but forever.
Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.