A Potato Is A Poor Thing, Poorly

... Living Out Of Sight Of Any Shore Does Rich And Powerfully Strange Things To Humans.

It Is Impossible To Think Of Any Good Meal, No Matter How Plain Or Elegant, Without Soup Or Bread In It

There's A Communion Of More Than Our Bodies When Bread Is Broken And Wine Drunk.

A Complete Lack Of Caution Is Perhaps One Of The True Signs Of A Real Gourmet: He Has No Need For It, Being Filled As He Is With A God-given And Intelligently Self-cultivated Sense Of Gastronomical Freedom.

The Smell Of Good Bread Baking, Like The Sound Of Lightly Flowing Water, Is Indescribable In Its Evocation Of Innocence And Delight... [breadmaking Is] One Of Those Almost Hypnotic Businesses, Like A Dance From Some Ancient Ceremony. It Leaves You Filled With One Of The World's Sweetest Smells... There Is No Chiropractic Treatment, No Yoga Exercise, No Hour Of Meditation In A Music-throbbing Chapel. That Will Leave You Emptier Of Bad Thoughts Than This Homely Ceremony Of Making Bread.