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Posted on June 14th, 2007 by likeasaladinabowl.
Categories: Uncategorized.
“Mirth of those long since under earth
Nourishing the corn. Keeping time,
Keeping the rhythm in their dancing
As in their living in the living seasons
The time of the seasons and the constellations
The time of milking and the time of harvest
The time of the coupling of man and woman
And that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.
Eating and drinking. Dung and death.”
- T.S. Eliot
This is a food blog. A food blog of seasons, and eating and drinking. In food, the cook is forced to extend his gaze beyond the surface, to taste, to touch, to smell, to imbibe. To poke and to prod, to sprinkle and to dash. And like the southern writer, we aim to find the hearty smell of earth in our potatoes, and enjoy the deep taste of life in our escargot.