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“Seasonality (eating the best at its peak) and seasoning (the art of choosing and combining flavors to complement food) are vital for fighting off the food lover’s worst enemy: not calories, but boredom. Eat the same thing in the same way time and again, and you’ll need more just to achieve the same pleasure. (Think of it as “taste tolerance.”) Have just one taste experience as your dinner (the big bowl of pasta, a big piece of meat), and you are bound to eat too much, as you seek satisfaction from volume instead of the interplay of flavor and texture that comes from a well thought out meal.”

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Book:French Women Don't Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure
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Mireille Guiliano
Mireille Guiliano

Mireille Guiliano is a French author born on April 14, 1946. Her works primarily revolve around food, life philosophy, and women's issues. Her most famous book, 'French Women Don't Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for the Female Body,' has gained widespread popularity worldwide. more

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