When Shall We Live If Not Now?

I Am More Modest Now, But I Still Think That One Of The Pleasantest Of All Emotions Is To Know That I, I With My Brain And My Hands, Have Nourished My Beloved Few, That I Have Concocted A Stew Or A Story, A Rarity Or A Plain Dish, To Sustain Them Truly Against The Hungers Of The World.

Having Bowed To The Inevitability Of The Dictum That We Must Eat To Live, We Should Ignore It And Live To Eat.

Dictionaries Are Always Fun, But Not Always Reassuring.

It Must Not Simply Be Taken For Granted That A Given Set Of Ill-assorted People, For No Other Reason Than Because It Is Christmas, Will Be Joyful To Be Reunited And To Break Bread Together.

Probably The Most Satisfying Soup In The World For People Who Are Hungry, As Well As For Those Who Are Tired Or Worried Or Cross Or In Debt Or In A Moderate Amount Of Pain Or In Love Or In Robust Health Or In Any Kind Of Business Huggermuggery, Is Minestrone.