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The Art of Eating

andywarholCooking soothes me. Battling my way through a congested market right before Thanksgiving, does NOT. My menu and guest list are set. We will be six for Thanksgiving dinner, an arty mix of close friends and acquaintances, varying in age, sexual preference and gender. What links us is being single, though that’s a coincidence, since I invited couples as well, who were unable to come.

Obsessively browsing through recipes this last week, I was reminded of the gifted writer, M.F.K. Fisher, who said in response to all those who questioned why her work was focused on food, eating and drinking:

The easiest answer is to say that, like most 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.

(Illustration by Andy Warhol for a children’s book, The Little Red Hen, available at auction next month in New York.)

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