M. F. K. Fisher
Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.
War is a beastly business, it is true, but one proof we are human is our ability to learn, even from it, how better to exist.
Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.