A Literary Culinary Journal
Life expectancy would grow by leaps and bounds if green vegetables smelled as good as bacon.–Doug Larson
Doug Larson, born February 10, 1926, wrote for the Wisconsin-based newspapers the Green Bay Press-Gazette and the Door County Advocate in the U.S.. Larson’s quotes are catchy, and show up often on T-shirts and the Internet.
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Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.–Adelle Davis (1904 – 1974)
Born in 1904, Adelle Davis was one of the United States’ greatest nutritionists. Author of four bestselling books including Let’s Cook It Right she was a pioneer in seeing the connection between what we eat affecting how we feel. She was instrumental teaching people that a body lacking in proper nutrients can be remedied with an adjustment in diet.
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A withered heart
cupped in a tough cardboard membrane
inside a mahogany crate
packed like a precious sculpture
loaned to another museum
where we curators, critics all,
pry them open with crude levers.
The heart looks so unpromising and sere,
but in the chamber of our mouths,
with only a touch of bitterness,
it opens black exotic blooms.
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What hunger is in relation to food, zest is in relation to life.–Bertrand Russell
Described both as the “the greatest philosopher of the 20th century and the greatest logician since Aristotle,” Bertrand Russell went won the 1950 Literature Nobel Prize. He lived to be 97 years old, but not before having been jailed twice, married 4 times and having 3 children.
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by David Downie
Unlikely Discoveries Department: the tearoom, restaurant and courtyard terrace of Bonpoint, the chic clothes emporium for kiddies with well-healed parents.
The official name is “Salon de Thé Bonpoint.” The address: 6 Rue de Tournon (Tel: 01 56 24 05 79). That’s in the 6th arrondissement in Paris, a 2-minute stroll or roll-by-baby carriage from the Luxembourg Gardens and the French Senate in the Luxembourg Palace.
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by David Downie
Confession time: for the last 25+ years I’ve lived in Paris and traveled the byways of France and Italy, tasting and writing about delicious food and lickerish wines. I’ve rarely felt gastronomic nostalgia for my native land, though the food and wine of California admittedly aren’t bad (this is serious understatement as you all know). But I have an incurable passion for peanuts in all sizes, shapes, and clonal varieties. I also love other spicy nuts, and, the real shocker, brittle. Yes, brittle. Peanut brittle not only hits all the right pleasure buds. It also whisks me back to the happy days of my youth in San Francisco and Berkeley, when “wild” was the operative descriptor.
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“I’m feeling mighty lonesome
Haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love’s a hand me down brew
I’ll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room”
Paul Francis Webster
Paul Francis Webster was an American composer who three times won an Oscar for best song. He attended both New York University and Cornell University without ever receiving a degree before he joined the US Navy, and becoming a dance instructor prior to finding his true voice as a lyricist. This song was published in 1948 and recorded by Ella Fitzgerald in 1960.
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by Jonell Galloway
Switzerland has had AOCs for a while now, but on 14 January 2010, the Swiss federal agriculture office, OFAG, published an official bulletin containing a list of approximately 800 appellations of origin and geographical indications, roughly the equivalent of the French Appellations d’Origine Contrôlée (AOC). These were voted in in the context of a reciprocal agreement with the EU, and are to be protected and respected throughout the EU.
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by Simón de Swaan
My kitchen is a mystical place, a kind of temple for me. It is a place where the surfaces seem to have significance, where the sounds and odors carry meaning that transfers from the past and bridges to the future.–Pearl Bailey
Born in 1918, Pearl Bailey was a composer, singer, songwriter, a dancer, then a singer in New York in the early 1940s, touring with the Cootie Williams orchestra, and later a featured singer in night clubs, radio and television. Best known for her theatre role in “Hello Dolly” she died in August of 1990.
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translated and adapted by Diane Castiglioni
The land is covered with a lusty golden fleece. This wheat, which the wind gently combs, announces the harvest of bread. Because the land has long carried this treasure in her womb, it is also the time for confession.
In “The Woman with Hair of Gold”, one of the tales collected by Clarissa Pinkola Estés from her Magyaran aunts and analyzed in Women Who Run with the Wolves (Grasset, 1996), one sees something that has been long kept a secret. Allow me to reinterpret in my own way here.
A woman, in wanting to get rid of a country bumpkin who wants to force her to marry him, gives him some of her golden hair. Such an elegant way of putting him off. The simple man rushed to the market to sell it. And they laughed at him. The humiliation sends him back immediately to the one who played him thusly and he kills her. In storytelling, one is not burdened with the detours. To get rid of the woman with the hair of gold and his crime, he buried her in loose soil near the stream.
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Meet Jonell Galloway, a freelance writer and editor specialized in French cuisine. 
