“Por mucho que escuchara, siempre hablaban de lo mismo, la libertad, pero no decían ni una palabra de la sopa. Yo estaba, por supuesto, muy contento de que fuéramos libres, pero no podía evitar pensar que el día anterior no había ocurrido nada por el estilo, pero teníamos sopa.”
Source: Fatelessness
“Not long ago, local farms and markets were the only source of food in one's life. We understood where our food came from, the ground in which it grew, and its link to our Creator. Today, however, with the globalisation of the food industry and the ever-increasing urbanisation of humanity, we've lost this link to the earth and forgotten our dependence on the Creator to provide food for us.”
Source: The Productive Muslim: Where Faith Meets Productivity
“The act of waitressing is a solace, it's got everything you could ask for - confusion, panic, humility, and food.”
Source: Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.
“We are, after all, citizens of the world - a world filled with bacteria, some friendly, some not so friendly. Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonald's? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria's mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, Senor Tamale Stand Owner, Sushi-chef-san, Monsieur Bucket-head. What's that feathered game bird, hanging on the porch, getting riper by the day, the body nearly ready to drop off? I want some.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Prior Preparation Prevents Poor Performance, as they say in the army - and I always, always want to be ready. Just like Bigfoot.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“People ask me: Why do you write about food? Why don't you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do?
They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honour of my craft.
The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. 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 straighly 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.
I tell about myself and how I ate bread on a lasting hillside, or drank red wine in a room now blown to bits, and it happens without my willing it that I am telling too about the people with me then, and their other deeper needs for love and happiness.
There is food in the bowl, and more often than not, because of what honesty I have, there is nourishment in the heart, to feed the wilder, more insistent hungers. We must eat. If, in the face of that dread fact, we can find other nourishment, and tolerance and compassion for it, we'll be no less full of human dignity.
There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk. And that is my answer, when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love?”
Source: The Gastronomical Me
“Pero, tú no eres fácil.”
You sure ain’t an easy one.”
Source: The Poet X
“Too lazy to peel fresh? You don't deserve to eat garlic.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Look at your waiter's face. He knows. It's another reason to be polite to your waiter: he could save your life with a raised eyebrow or a sigh.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly
“Food, it appeared, could be important. It could be an event. It had secrets.”
Source: Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly