You May Feel That You Have Eaten

When A Man Is Small, He Loves And Hates Food With A Ferocity Which Soon Dims. At Six Years Old His Very Bowels Will Heave When Such A Dish As Creamed Carrots Or Cold Tapioca Appear Before Him.

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.

One Martini Is Just Right. Two Martinis Are Too Many. Three Martinis Are Never Enough.

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.

Central Heating, French Rubber Goods And Cookbooks Are Three Amazing Proofs Of Man's Ingenuity In Transforming Necessity Into Art, And, Of These, Cookbooks Are Perhaps Most Lastingly Delightful.