Salad is roughage and a French idea.

Sharing our meals should be a joyful and a trustful act, rather than the cursory fulfillment of our social obligations.

One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.

Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.

Hunger is more than a problem of belly and guts, and ... the satisfying of it can and must and does nourish the spirit as well as the body.

An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.

Having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat.