I don’t know if I ever wrote why I named this blog such an unwieldy phrase. Inspiration from the sonnet below. It encompasses a lot of what interests me, the idea that food is something vital to life. As vital as love, as Shakespeare implies. And I also chose it because food and words are two of my biggest passions. If you know me at all you aren’t surprised by the revelation that the title comes from one of the greatest writers in history. One whose words capture and reveal a love of life that can’t be diminished, even 400 years on. Bon Appetit. 

Sonnet LXXV.

SO are you to my thoughts as food to life
Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As ’twixt a miser and his wealth is found;
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon 5
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure:
Sometime, all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look; 10
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or gluttoning on all, or all away.