“The food was so bad at the La Palma astronomical observatory that I stopped eating there.”
“For millions of years our human, and before them, hominid ancestors lived in small bands of a few hundred persons wherein the women contributed most of the calories by gathering edible plants and men provided much of the protein through hunting. Most of our behavioral predispositions were evolved to adapt us to this type of life, and not to our very different, contemporary world of computers, cars and concrete.”
Source: Sex and War: How Biology Explains Warfare and Terrorism and Offers a Path to a Safer World
“Your body will step up to the emotional and physical plate you feed it every single time!”
Source: Reboot, Reclaim and Refocus Nutrition: A Real Conversation About Energetic and Physical Nutrition
“If you can't eat chocolate cake for breakfast, what is the point of being alive?”
Source: The Book of Magic
“When it comes to internal contradictions, vegans don’t have brain farts; they have grain farts.”
Source: Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun
“Make sure the food you love loves you back”
Source: A World of Yoga: 700 Asanas for Mindfulness and Well-Being
“I just need you and some sunsets.”
Source: Love Her Wild
“…she wanted [her pupils] to know, through their Portuguese class, that the taste of a fruit is in the contact of the fruit with the palate and not in the fruit itself.”
Source: An Apprenticeship or The Book of Pleasures
“And he said...
...words will be wasted more than what food ever will be.”
“But I enjoy eating these days. More of us do than care to admit it
publicly. I revel in it, as one only revels in pursuits one does not need. The
runner enjoys running when she need not ee a lion. Sex improves when
decoupled—sorry—from animalist procreative desperation (or even from
the desperation of not having had sex in a while, as I’ve had cause to note
after my recent two decades’ sojourn and attendant dry spell).
I bite blueberry pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, extra butter—that
expanding u, the berry’s pop against my teeth, butter’s bloom in my
mouth. I explore sweetnesses and textures. I’m never hungry, so I don’t
race to the next bite. I eat glass, and as it cuts my gums, I savor minerals,
metals, impurities; I see the beach from which some poor bastard
skimmed the sand. Small rocks taste of the river, of rubbed sh scale, of
glaciers long gone. They crunch, crisp, celery-like. I share the sensation
with fellow acionados; they share theirs with me, though there’s lag, and
sensor granularity remains an issue.
So, a roundabout way of saying: I love to eat.”
Source: This Is How You Lose the Time War