“Hot water tastes like anger,” Seb casually said as he put down the glass of water he had mistakenly filled from the hot water tap. “What did you say?” I asked my nine-year-old son, astounded by his insight. “The hot water,” he repeated patiently, “it tastes, you know, like anger.” And there it was. The perfect food Sentence. The perfect analogy.
Many years ago I once wrote that I loved words more than I loved food. But only by a small margin. That