The sharing of food is the basis of social life, and to many people it is the only kind of social life worth participating in.

When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook's strongest ally. I fried it and stewed it, and ate it crisp and sludgy, hot and cold. It was cheap and filling and was delicious in all manner of strange combinations. If any was left over, I ate it cold the next day on bread.

I will never eat fish eyeballs, and I do not want to taste anything commonly kept as a house pet, but otherwise I am a cinch to feed.

And, for an unsurpassed double whammy, there is talking about eating while you are eating with friends.

People who like to cook like to talk about food....without one cook giving another cook a tip or two, human life might have died out a long time ago.

Friendship is not possible between two women one of whom is very well dressed.

I do not believe that you have to spend a lot of money to eat well: it is hard to beat a plain old baked potato.