Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste
it must be an egg with butter and salt,
and after the egg is there anything in
the world lovelier than fresh warm
bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?
—Frank McCourt, Angela’s Ashes (1996)
Wish I had time
for just one more
bowl of chili.
—Last words of Kit Carson,
American frontiersman (1809–1868)
I was 32 when I
up until then,
I just ate.
A computer lets you
make more mistakes
faster than any other
invention in human
history, with the
possible exception of
handguns and tequila.
Feasting is also closely
related to memory. We
eat certain things in
a particular way in
order to remember
who we are. Why else
would you eat grits in
Madison, New Jersey?
—Jeff Smith, The Frugal Gourmet
Keeps the Feast (1995)
Tastes are made,
In cooking, as in
the arts, simplicity is
a sign of perfection.
—Curnonsky (pen name of Maurice Edmond Sailland, a French writer, novelist, biographer, and gastronome.)
Never hesitate to
take the last piece
of bread or the
last cake; there are
—Hill’s Manual of Social
and Business Forms:
Etiquette of the Table (1880)
. . . smell and taste are in fact but a single
composite sense, whose laboratory is the
mouth and its chimney the nose. . .
When baking, follow
directions. When cooking,
go by your own taste.
[on cranberries] The Indians and English use them much, boyling
them with Sugar for Sauce to eat with their Meat,
and it is a delicate sauce.
—John Josselyn, while visiting New England in 1663
O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your
thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and
a crust to endear them…with such a taste that will
make you close your eyes and wish you might live
forever in the wideness of that rich moment.
—Richard Llewellyn, Welsh novelist (1907 – 1983)
is antique and
the oldest art a