JasenComstock

January 27, 2012

zombiecuddle asked: Your posts about brunch and breakfast foods are some of the most glorious things on tumblr and therefore the Internet. I don't really have a question to add to this but I am happy someone else feels as strongly as I do about these things and think we should consider some sort of long-distance marriage.

Having been your friend on tumblr for a while now I honestly would not turn down your marriage proposal outright.

I’m serious about food and drink. I think they are probably the most important (by a small majority) part of a happy life. I wish I could take my own lesson seriously all the time. I’m severely disgusted at myself for eating that whole bag of gross Doritos, sweet and spicy pepper whateverthefuck.

food and drink are the life’s blood to good times with friends and family. they create the means by which we discern quality, and thereby thoughtfulness and care.

I think brunch is a meal too often ignored by those who should know better. Noon on a Sunday is the best possible time, in the sun to enjoy friends and a meal. sweet, savory and a bloody mary.

my favorite graffiti has always been the phrase: “eat fuck die”

if humans are just animals (who also eat and fuck) cuisine is to the necessity of nourishment, as foreplay, blowjobs, S&M, vibrators etc. are to fucking.

and now here is a poem by Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton:

The Dinner Hour Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st earl of Lytton (1831–91)

From “Lucile”

O HOUR of all hours, the most blest upon earth,

Blest hour of our dinners!

The land of his birth; The face of his first love;

the bills that he owes; The twaddle of friends, and venom of foes

The sermon he heard when to church he last went;

The money he borrow’d, the money he spent;

All of these things a man, I believe, may forget,

And not be the worse for forgetting;

but yet Never, never, oh, never! earth’s luckiest sinner