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.

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

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

Wine is bottled poetry.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

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

Wine is sunlight, held together by water.

Let things taste of what they are.