If you really want to make a friend, go to someone’s house and eat with him… the people who give you their food give you their heart.
There are blessings in being close to the soil, in raising your own food even if it is only a garden in your yard and a fruit tree or two. Those families will be fortunate who, in the last days, have an adequate supply of food because of their foresight and ability to produce their own.
The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.
Make food a very incidental part of your life by filling your life so full of meaningful things that you’ll hardly have time to think about food.
I think I went to Italy initially for the art, architecture, food and history, but I stayed there because of the people in Cortona.
I got a fascination with food.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.
The need for connection and community is primal, as fundamental as the need for air, water, and food.