France Eats More Conciously, More Intelligently, Than

At Present, I Myself Do Not Know Of Any Local Witches Or Warlocks, But There Are Several People Who Seem To Have An Uncanny Power Over Food.

... I Think We Grieve Forever, But That Goes For Love Too, Fortunately For Us All.

Salad Is Roughage And A French Idea.

Gastronomy Is And Always Has Been Connected With Its Sister Art Of Love.

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. So It Happens That When I Write Of Hunger, I Am Really Writing About Love And The Hunger For It, And Warmth And The Love Of It And The Hunger For It… And Then The Warmth And Richness And Fine Reality Of Hunger Satisfied… And It Is All One.