Posted by: Epicurean on: June 7, 2010
An early environmental impact assessment … This Bread I Break by Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wine at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy.
Posted by: Epicurean on: June 3, 2010
… wine that spilled a little onto the earth of the floor, settling the dust smell …
Posted by: Epicurean on: May 13, 2010
Banqueting on scavenged rations during WWII … A Midnight Clear by William Wharton Shutzer, our kosher gourmet, hungering for the smell of fish, opens a sardine can with his bayonet. Miller, the man who has everything, even a corkscrew, works the cork from the bottle of wine. This could well be the coup de grace [...]
Posted by: Epicurean on: January 27, 2010
There was a pate de Perigord over which a gastronome would have wished to live and die …
