Breakfast is an unmerciful meal. Unless you live in a house full of larks, you know perfectly well that few people are fit company at that hour. Accordingly, a completely routine meal, unvarying from day to day, is a blessing to everyone. Except for men who have already worked hard for hours, an ordinary weekday breakfast is no time for a feast. Almost as clearly as breakfast, lunch is a meal in via, on the run. To sit down as if the world were our oyster at 12:30 is to face the second half of our daily obedience pretending that the agony of the world is over already. I have long been convinced that man needs sleep more than food in the middle of the day. It is only at night, in gremio familiae...that we can properly rejoice and eat like men.
Robert Farrar Capon, The Supper of the Lamb: A Culinary Reflection
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Is it lunch yet?
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