Sublime

existe no torresmo algo capaz de mudar a nossa vida.

The wise and loving marriage of modern invention with the sustaining, nurturing food folkways of our ancestors is the partnership that will transform the Twenty-First Century into the Golden Age; divorce hastens the physical degeneration of the human race, cheats mankind of his limitless potential, destroys his will and condemns him to the role of

A little practical thought quickly points out that nothing disguises the taste of bad meat, that spices were considerably more expensive than a new fresh piece of meat, and that rotten meat makes you sick regardless of its taste. If received wisdom was wrong and food was not highly spiced for disguising taste, was it highly spiced at all? Such thou

norm for our ancestors, those of us who came after seem to have inherited what biochemist C. Nicholas Hales and epidemiologist David J.P. Barker christened “thrifty genes,” good at conserving fat. We are all descended from survivors, and survivors were the chubby ones. “At

Asuka watched nervously as Nagare transferred a series of tiny plates, each smaller than the palm of his hand, onto the lacquer tray in front of her. ‘These are so pretty!’ she found herself blurting out. ‘Oh, they’re a real mix. Antiques, old Western plates, some by modern artisans . . .’

Parece que temos uma tendência a gravitar na direção da complexidade e da metáfora, e submeter a comida ao fogo, ou fermentar frutas e grãos, nos dá as duas coisas: um volume maior de pura informação sensorial e, sobretudo, uma informação sensorial que, como uma metáfora, nos leva a olhar para além do aqui e agora. Essa metáfora sensorial — isso re