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Don't starve yourself. I will be happy if you eat well.
I am becoming more and more convinced that the quality of the kitchen somehow affects our ability to think and create pictures: I, in particular, can not work successfully when my stomach is upset.
The French spend as much on their stomachs as the British spend on cars.
Like religion, human history is full of depressing phenomena such as colonization, disease, racism, sexism, homophobia, class snobbery, environmental destruction, slavery, totalitarianism, military dictatorship, inventions that people do not know how to use (atomic bomb, Internet, semicolon), persecution of smart people, worship of idiots, boredom, despair, cyclical crises and spiritual catastrophes. And all this against the background of taking truly disgusting food.
Later I realized that everything on this planet is wrapped in something. Packaged food. Bodies in clothes. Contempt in a smile. Everything is hidden.
It's easy to frame guys with food!
I want to eat every day; so honestly, not honestly, but you are obliged to drag them into the house.
- Well said! What is true is true, this is not Joan of Arc!
So far, I've only had a crush on books and my grandmother's macaroons, never a man.
- Next time, instead of cookies or ice cream, try to take a glass of delicious water.
- Great idea, Dan. And instead of going to Disneyland, I'll just throw myself down the stairs.
- Great idea, Dan. And instead of going to Disneyland, I'll just throw myself down the stairs.
The croissant was crispy, tender and flaky at the same time. One bite and you feel loved.
After all, meat decomposes, is destroyed, serves as food for worms, as well as the body. The body is food for worms.
When you knead the dough, your veins are filled with the power of the earth. When you fry meat, the soul of the killed animal talks to you, demanding respect. When you clean a fish, you hear the sound of the water in which it swam. Therefore, fish must be handled with care so that the finished dish retains the memory of the sea.
Sitting at a scraped-out knife and a white-washed grit table, the workers ate decorously and sternly. They carefully held the slices of bread, so as not to drop any crumbs to the ground, carefully dipped them into the salt shaker so as not to sprinkle the salt.
- Again, you just didn't eat my tail!
- I wasn't going to. Although, if you disguised it as regular beef, I would not have noticed.
- But you wouldn't have known it was my flesh!
- Do you want it so badly?
- I wasn't going to. Although, if you disguised it as regular beef, I would not have noticed.
- But you wouldn't have known it was my flesh!
- Do you want it so badly?
