It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to bursting point on anything from quail financiere to flapjacks, for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of his belly.
M. F. K. FisherA well-made Martini or Gibson, correctly chilled and nicely served, has been more often my true friend than any two-legged creature.
M. F. K. Fisher