I Think In Times Of Bizarre Strangeness,

There Are Two Activities In Life In Which We Can Lovingly And Carefully Put Something Inside Of Someone We Love. Cooking Is The One We Can Do Three Times A Day For The Rest Of Our Lives, Without Pills. In Both Activities, Practice Makes Perfect.

Shop Often, Shop Hard, And Spend For The Best Stuff Available - Logic Dictates That You Can Make Delicious Food Only With Delicious Ingredients.

Are We Darwinists - Where We Live And Let Live? Or Are We Nurturing As A Society? There Has To Be A Standard Of Living That We Decide To Support.

The Way The Bankers Have Kind Of Toppled The Way Money Is Distributed, And Taken Most Of It Into Their Own Hands, Is As Good As Stalin Or Hitler.

You Sit Down At Katz's And You Eat The Big Bowl Of Pickles And You're Eating The Pastrami Sandwich, And Halfway Through You Say To Yourself, I Should Really Wrap This Up And Save It For Tomorrow. But The Sandwich Is Calling You: Remember The Taste You Just Had. So Fatty. It's What You Want. It's What You Are! I've Never Gotten Home From Katz's With A Doggie Bag In My Hand. A Pastrami Sandwich At Katz's Is What's Bad And Good About Food. It's The Sacred And The Profane.