Dear Gourmands! My Bowels Yearn Towards Them

The Centuries Last Passed Have Also Given The Taste Important Extension; The Discovery Of Sugar, And Its Different Preparations, Of Alcoholic Liquors, Of Wine, Ices, Vanilla, Tea And Coffee, Have Given Us Flavors Hitherto Unknown.

If Any Man Has Drunk A Little Too Deeply From The Cup Of Physical Pleasure; If He Has Spent Too Much Time At His Desk That Should Have Been Spent Asleep; If His Fine Spirits Have Become Temporarily Dulled; If He Finds The Air Too Damp, The Minutes Too Slow, And The Atmosphere Too Heavy To Withstand; If He Is Obsessed By A Fixed Idea Which Bars Him From Any Freedom Of Thought: If He Is Any Of These Poor Creatures, We Say, Let Him Be Given A Good Pint Of Amber-flavored Chocolate... And Marvels Will Be Performed.

The Dyspeptic And The Drunkard Do Not Know How To Eat Or Drink.

Turkey Is Undoubtedly One Of The Best Gifts That The New World Has Made To The Old.

Gastronomers Of The Year 1825, Who Find Sateity In The Lap Of Abundance, And Dream Of Some Newly-made Dishes, You Will Not Enjoy The Discoveries Which Science Has In Store For The Year 1900, Such As Foods Drawn From The Mineral Kingdom, Liqueurs Produced By The Pressure Of A Hundred Atmospheres; You Will Never See The Importations Which Travelers Yet Unborn Will Bring To You From That Half Of The Globe Which Has Still To Be Discovered Or Explored. How I Pity You!