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“Giddy with each other and the wine, they strolled outside through the Presidio, the old fort now housing restaurants and galleries. Jess explained that she wanted to devise a matrix for scarcity and abundance, frugality and profligacy. She thought that sweetness represented, and in some periods misrepresented, a sense of surplus and shared pleasure. "I don't think taste is purely biological," she said. "I think it's economically, historically, and culturally constructed as well. Sweetness means different things depending on availability, custom, farming, trade..." She was shivering, and George took off his jacket. "Here, sweetness." He helped her into it and laughed at the way her hands disappeared inside the sleeves. "Context is key- so the question is, What carries over? What can we still know about sweet and sour? Bitterness. What persists from generation to generation? Do we taste the same things?" He kissed her, sucking her lower lip and then her tongue. "I think so," he said. "Yes.”

Quote by Allegra Goodman

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The Cookbook Collector

This book explores the life of an individual deeply fascinated by the culinary history encapsulated in vintage cookbooks. The story delves into the collector's personal journey, intertwining his obsession with the art of cooking and the stories behind each book he acquires. more

Author

Allegra Goodman
Allegra Goodman

Allegra Goodman is an American author born in 1967. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, short story collections, and children's literature. Goodman's writing often explores moral dilemmas, social justice, and the complexities of human behavior. more

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