Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful

Write One Good Clean Sentence And Put A Period At The End Of It. Then Write Another One.

Almost Every Person Has Something Secret He Likes To Eat.

On The Other Hand, A Flaccid, Moping, Debauched Mollusc, Tired From Too Much Love And Loose-nerved From General World Conditions, Can Be A Shameful Thing Served Raw Upon The Shell.

When Shall We Live If Not Now?

If Time, So Fleeting, Must Like Humans Die, Let It Be Filled With Good Food And Good Talk, And Then Embalmed In The Perfumes Of Conviviality.