[Bachelors'] approach to gastronomy is basically sexual, since few of them under seventy-nine will bother to produce a good meal unless it is for a pretty woman.
Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.
An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.
There's a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
Most bereaved souls crave nourishment more tangible than prayers: they want a steak.
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.