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Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful And A Trustful Act, Rather Than The Cursory Fulfillment Of Our Social Obligations.

It Is Puzzling To Me That Otherwise Sensitive People Develop A Real Docility About The Obvious Necessity Of Eating, At Least Once A Day, In Order To Stay Alive. Often They Lose Their Primal Enjoyment Of Flavors And Odors And Textures To The Point Of Complete Unawareness. And If Ever They Question This Progressive Numbing-off, They Shrug Helplessly In The Face Of Mediocrity Everywhere. Bit By Bit, Hour By Hour, They Say, We Are Being Forced To Accept The Not-so-good As The Best, Since There Is Little That Is Even Good To Compare It With.

Talleyrand Said That Two Things Are Essential In Life: To Give Good Dinners And To Keep On Fair Terms With Women. As The Years Pass And Fires Cool, It Can Become Unimportant To Stay Always On Fair Terms Either With Women Or One's Fellows, But A Wide And Sensitive Appreciation Of Fine Flavours Can Still Abide With Us, To Warm Our Hearts.

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.

. . . Gastronomical Perfection Can Be Reached In These Combinations: One Person Dining Alone, Usually Upon A Couch Or A Hill Side; Two People, Of No Matter What Sex Or Age, Dining In A Good Restaurant; Six People . . . Dining In A Good Home.