A poet’s hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere.

There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.

Wine is bottled poetry.

Wine is a constant proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

Let things taste of what they are.

Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with only one eye.