If we address frankly what is evoked by cheese, I think it becomes clear why so little is said. So what does cheese evoke? Damp dark cellars, molds, mildews and mushrooms galore, dirty laundry and high school locker rooms, digestive processes and visceral fermentations, he-goats which do not remind of Chanel ... In sum, cheese reminds of dubious, even unsavory places, both in nature and in our own organisms. And yet we love it.

If you're cooking food, you don't have to count calories.

The gardener cultivates wildness, but he does so carefully and respectfully, in full recognition of its mystery.

Don't eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn't recognize as food. Don't eat anything with more than five ingredients, or ingredients you can't pronounce.

In a way, the most morally troubling thing about killing chickens is that after a while it is no longer morally troubling.

Of the seven deadly sins, surely it is pride that most commonly afflicts the gardener.

Dreams of innocence are just that; they usually depend on a denial of reality that can be its own form of hubris.