A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet.

Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.

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

... I think we grieve forever, but that goes for love too, fortunately for us all.

Painting, it is true, was undergoing a series of -isms reminiscent of the whims of a pregnant woman.

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

No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread.