I Like Old People When They Have

For Me, A Plain Baked Potato Is The Most Delicious One....it Is Soothing And Enough.

In America We Eat, Collectively, With A Glum Urge For Food To Fill Us. We Are Ignorant Of Flavour. We Are As A Nation Taste-blind.

Most Bereaved Souls Crave Nourishment More Tangible Than Prayers: They Want A Steak.

. . . 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.

It Seems To Me That Our Three Basic Needs, For Food And Security And Love, Are So Mixed And Mingled And Entwined That We Cannot Straightly Think Of One Without The Others.