M. F. K. Fisher
M. F. K. Fisher
Mary Frances Kennedy Fisherwas a preeminent American food writer. She was also a founder of the Napa Valley Wine Library. She wrote some 27 books, including a translation of The Physiology of Taste by Brillat-Savarin. Two volumes of her journals and correspondence came out shortly before her death in 1992. Her first book, Serve it Forth, was published in 1937. Her books are an amalgam of food literature, travel and memoir. Fisher believed that eating well was just one of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth3 July 1908
CountryUnited States of America
There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.
No yoga exercise, no meditation in a chapel filled with music will rid you of your blues better than the humble task of making your own bread.
Sharing our meals should be a joyful and a trustful act, rather than the cursory fulfillment of our social obligations.
There are may of us who cannot but feel dismal about the future of various cultures. Often it is hard not to agree that we are becoming culinary nitwits, dependent upon fast foods and mass kitchens and megavitamins for our basically rotten nourishment.
... having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat ...
But if I must be alone, I refuse to be alone as if it were something weak and distasteful, like convalescence.
Digestion is one of the most delicately balanced of all human and perhaps angelic functions.
For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough.
It must not simply be taken for granted that a given set of ill-assorted people, for no other reason than because it is Christmas, will be joyful to be reunited and to break bread together.
I wrote from the time I was four. It was my way of screaming and yelling, the primal scream. I wrote like a junkie, I had to have my daily fix.
If time, so fleeting, must like humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfumes of conviviality.
An oyster leads a dreadful but exciting life.
It is hard and perhaps impossible for many people to recognize the difference between innocence and naiveté.
I wrote like a junkie. I had to have my daily fix.