The tantrums of cloth-headed celluloid idols are deemed fit for grown-up conversation, while silence settles over such a truly important matter as food.
Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
It's hard to imagine a civilization without onions; in one form or another their flavor blends into almost everything in the meal except the desert.
Food is culture, and we need to listen to it.
It is not a matter of indifference whether we like oysters or clams, snails or shrimp, if only we know how to unravel the existential significance of these foods.
The real issue is not whether baking biscuits is meaningful, but the extent to which the activity can seem to be so after it has been continuously stretched and subdivided across five thousand lives.
A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.
It's funny, when you look back in history books or American cookery books, one of the reasons that the quinces and cranberries are used so often is because of their natural jelling properties.
To me, what I'm interested in, in the end, is the meaning of food in our lives.
I'd learned something... Food had power. It could inspire, astonish, shock, excite, delight and impress. It had the power to please me... and others. This was valuable information.
