It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.

People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it.

Food is not rational. Food is culture, habit, and identity.

We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it

I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.