In her later years, M. F. K. Fisher, the prominent mid-twentieth-century American essayist and food writer, once wrote poignantly of missing the ravenous, almost insatiable hunger of youth. Charmingly romantic to read in one’s twenties, it wasn’t so charming to reread years later, when that youthful hunger lingered and fought with a suddenly slowing metabolism of middle age. But there’s nothing charming or romantic about it when old age is staring one square in the face.
The problem is that, while our appetite and capacity may slow down with age, the curious cook’s palate doesn’t slow down with it. Read More
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30 May 2017: An Aging Palate, Wild Greens, and the Flavors of Youth
May 30, 2017
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