Today is lunch day, I'll be at Valljos enjoying a taco and the gals of   Tajano

Pasquale had no time for people who counted calories, who fussed about what was fattening, and who thought creams and butters were unhealthy. Guilt, he maintained, belonged only to the religious--it had no place at the table, and certainly not over the meals he cooked. Food, as far as he was concerned, was to be eaten for the pleasure of it. Servings should be generous and, however much one ate, one ought never to deny oneself the gratification of dessert. A little sweetness and then a bitter coffee were the way to round off a good meal.

Patricia Schonstein, from "A Time of Angels"

The bedtime snack is a sweet harkening back to childhood. Some of us hate to go to bed on an empty stomach. That vast space beneath the heart is a terrible burden when there's nothing in it. The night is long and dark, and a hollow stomach is not reassuring. How warm is the memory of mother, straightening the blankets, smoothing the hair, kissing the cheek. Food at
bedtime is like mother; a comfort. The full stomach tucks us in under the warm winter quilt, all snug and safe, ready to drift into dreams and be strong until breakfast.

Bunny Crumpacker, from "The Sex Life of Food"