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

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

Wine is bottled poetry.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.

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

Let things taste of what they are.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

As you get older, you shouldn’t waste time drinking bad wine.

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

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