Tag: Pollan

• January 9, 2012

  On the life need of cuisine; or, how we forgot how to eat

  I went to a dinner party this past weekend in which a lovely woman told a story that, to me, read like an allegory of irony. It went something like this: she’s kneeling at her father’s casket, weeping. Behind her in the pews, just within earshot, a man says to the man next to him,…