Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.

A thousand years ago the Chinese had an entirely codified kitchen while the French were still gnawing on bones. Chopsticks have been around since the fourth century B.C. Forks didn't show up in England until 1611, and even then they weren't meant for eating but just to hold the meat still while you hacked at it with your knife.

Anyone who thinks they're too grown up or too sophisticated to eat caramel corn, is not invited to my house for dinner

...it was so rich and exotic I was seduced into taking one bite and then another as I tried to chase the flavors back to their source.

...I was not prepared for the feel of the noodles in my mouth, or the purity of the taste. I had been in Japan for almost a month, but I had never experiences anything like this. The noodles quivered as if they were alive, and leapt into my mouth where they vibrated as if playing inaudible music.

Even the most avid technocrat must occasionally escape from virtual space, and what better place to do it than the kitchen, with all its dangerous knives and delicious aromas?

A great meal is an experience that nourishes more than your body.

Don't you just love the idea of cooking flowers? I imagine them bursting into bloom, right in the pan.

My yogurt was nestled into a bag, waiting to turn into aushak, and all around us were sausages and pastry, lollipops and spices, chicken and cheese. Any world that contained all this, I thought surveying our loot, was a very fine place. I felt reinvigorated, alive, optimistic. The though of getting back to work suddenly seemed like fun.