“the ordinary man's experience is chaotic, irregular, fragmentary. [He] falls in love or reads Spinoza, and these two experiences have nothing to do with each other, or with the noise of the typewriter, or the smell of cooking; in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes” MenMindArtTwoPoetryFallPoetOrdinaryCookingFalling In LoveSmellNoiseChaoticTypewritersOrdinary ManSpinoza Book:The Sacred Wood and Major Early Essays Source: The Sacred Wood and Major Early Essays
“Another sad comestive truth is that the best foods are the products of infinite and wearying trouble. The trouble need not be taken by the consumer, but someone, ever since the Fall, has had to take it.” NeedsFallTakenTroubleFoodProductsTruth IsEatingInfiniteCookingConsumersEating FoodBest Food Book:Personal Pleasures Source: Personal Pleasures
“Approaching the stove, she would don a voluminous apron, toss some meat on a platter, empty a skillet of its perfectly cooked a point vegetables, sprinkle a handful of chopped parsley over all, and then, like a proficient striptease artist, remove the apron, allowing it to fall to the floor with a shake of her hips.” ArtistFallFoodEmptyCookingHipsMeatShakesRemoveCulinaryAllowingVegetablesHandfulTossStovesSprinklesApronsParsley Author:Bert Greene
“I will pursue my passion of cooking every day until my hands fall off and I lose all sense of smell and taste.” HandsFallPassionLosesTasteCookingSmellPursueMy Passion Author:Nicole Trunfio