Cheese has always been a food that both sophisticated and simple humans love.

Cooks must feed their egos as well as their customers.

When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality.

Between the ages of twenty and fifty, John Doe spends some twenty thousand hours chewing and swallowing food, more than eight hundred days and nights of steady eating. The mere contemplation of this fact is upsetting enough.

There are may of us who cannot but feel dismal about the future of various cultures. Often it is hard not to agree that we are becoming culinary nitwits, dependent upon fast foods and mass kitchens and megavitamins for our basically rotten nourishment.

At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food.