M. F. K. Fisher on Food

My sister M sent me the book The Gastronomical Me some time ago, and I just sat down to begin it. I couldn’t resist but to copy the foreword to the book here, because it is so divine:

People ask me: Why do you write about food, and eating and drinking? Why don’t you write about the struggle for power and security, and about love, the way others do?

They ask it accusingly, as if I were somehow gross, unfaithful to the honor of my craft.

The easiest answer is to say that, like most other humans, I am hungry. But there is more than that. It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied… and it is all one.

I tell about myself, and how I ate bread on a lasting hillside, or drank red wine in a room now blown to bits, and it happens without my willing it that I am telling too about the people with me then, and their other deeper needs for love and happiness.

There is food in the bowl, and more often than not, because of what honesty I have, there is nourishment in the heart, to feed the wilder, more insistent hungers. We must eat. If, in the face of that dread fact, we can find other nourishment, and tolerance and compassion for it, we’ll be no less full of human dignity.

There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk. And that is my answer, when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love?

Contemporary Art

Back in January (!), Sweetheart and I took a trip to LA. We visited the Museum of Contemporary Art, among other attractions. I forgot that I had taken these pictures of my favorite thing in the museum until today, when I was trying to free up some space on my phone. I found the piece to be pretty thought-provoking, since the “wild” crop seeds appear quarantined with tons of “red tape” around them. What are your thoughts? (Sorry for the crappy picture quality… I was using my phone inside of a museum…)


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To make up for the crappy pictures above, here’s one I like of Sweetheart and me at another museum we visited on the same trip, the LA County Museum of Art.