Take time enough for your meals, and eat them in company whenever you can. There is no need for hurry in life—least of all when we are eating.
... but food eaten quickly isn't food.
If you take all your meals seriously, none of them gets a chance to matter.
One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.
Sir, Respect Your Dinner: idolize it, enjoy it properly. You will be many hours in the week, many weeks in the year, and many years in your life happier if you do.
If you have nothing but love for your avocados, and you take joy in turning them into guacamole, all you need is someone to share it with.
The more obsessively we focus on what a particular food is going to do for us, the less healthy we've become. Simple pleasures become complicated.
I definitely live to eat. I love food in every way imaginable, and it does not have to be fancy. Whether we stay in or go out, I like a hardy meal. My grandmother taught me how to cook, and it was all about no fuss and lots of it.
Sure, I eat because I have to. But I also eat because I want to. It is one of life's few pleasures.
To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life afford quite as much satisfaction.
The pleasures of the table belong to all times and ages, to every country and every day; they go hand in hand with all our other pleasures, outlast them, and remain to console us for their loss.
