Food Became, For Dinner Parties In The

Food Is One Of My Favourite Things. Though I Certainly Know Lots Of People Who Happen To Be Happily Married Who Don't Have Food Play The Role In It That It Plays In My Life. And I Don't Know How They Do It, And Frankly I Feel So Bad For Them Because I Just Love Food And One Of My Favourite Things Is Asking, "what Do We Want For Dinner? What Do We Feel Like Eating?" That Wonderful Negotiation That Goes On Several Times A Week About What "we" Feel Like.

I Recognize That Printing Pictures Of Corpses Raises All Sorts Of Problems About Taste And Titillation And Sensationalism; The Fact Is, However, That People Die. Death Happens To Be One Of Life's Main Events. And It Is Irresponsible And More Than That, Inaccurate, For Newspapers To Fail To Show It.

Having Been Married So Many Times, I Know That One Of The Few Things I Am An Expert In Is Falling In Love.

Suddenly, One Day, There Was This Thing Called Parenting. Parenting Was Serious. Parenting Was Fierce. Parenting Was Solemn. Parenting Was A Participle, Like Going And Doing And Crusading And Worrying.

My Mother Was A Good Recreational Cook, But What She Basically Believed About Cooking Was That If You Worked Hard And Prospered, Someone Else Would Do It For You.