France Eats More Conciously, More

People Ask Me: "why Do You Write About Food, And Eating, And Drinking? Why Don't You Write About The Struggle For Power And Security, And About Love, The Way The Others Do?" . . . The Easiest Answer Is To Say That, Like Most Other Humans, I Am Hungry.

Wine And Cheese Are Ageless Companions, Like Aspirin And Aches, Or June And Moon, Or Good People And Noble Ventures.

There Are May Of Us Who Cannot But Feel Dismal About The Future Of Various Cultures. Often It Is Hard Not To Agree That We Are Becoming Culinary Nitwits, Dependent Upon Fast Foods And Mass Kitchens And Megavitamins For Our Basically Rotten Nourishment.

I Wrote Like A Junkie. I Had To Have My Daily Fix.

Dining Partners, Regardless Of Gender, Social Standing, Or The Years They've Lived, Should Be Chosen For Their Ability To Eat - And Drink! - With The Right Mixture Of Abandon And Restraint. They Should Enjoy Food, And Look Upon Its Preparation And Its Degustation As One Of The Human Arts.