From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2014-01-01:
"Saying that food is the essence of place can seem like a sentimental throwback, or like something we've totally lost. But here's the thing: it's still always true. It's true whether you're eating a grilled sardine, or a tomato selected for perfectly voluptuous freshness, or a Whopper. Beind the sardine there's a rock-rimmed bay, thick with drifting kelp; behind the tomato there's a farm, and a farmer who chose the fruit for flavor instead of rubbery durability. And the Whopper-flat, gray, salty, and otherwise tasteless-represents wholly and without deviation the sprawling but cruelly confined pens that produce fast-food cattle. A McNugget has as much terroir as an oyster; it's just not the terroir of a place you want to be." -- Andrew Beahrs, Twain's Feast
(submitted to the mailing list by Jean Rogers)
[Happy birthday, Sheepie!]