“The Roman pomp and raiment have fallen away, and I swear last the glory of washed feet and shared bread.” — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“I now have some intimacy with death, and like the hops in a beer, it has both embittered and fortified me.” — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“As it ferments, kraut whispers alchemical secrets. In two days, it will smell as agreeable as an old pillow still warm from night’s use.… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“The proper way is lost to me; my compass spins. I therefore give my entire attention to those works that seem to me most… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“Some foods are so comforting, so nourishing of body and soul, that to eat them is to be home again after a long journey.… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“Such is the indomitable spirit of saffron that even after years stale on my chest, it brought the rice to life with flavor and… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“We are surrounded by monsters," she said. "We can cower before them or we can pick one and sink our teeth in with the… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“Never have I seen such a motley assemblage of characters. Except that we are at sea, I would believe that I had been abducted… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“Without another word, we began to eat. I was hungry, but no appetite would excuse the way we set upon those dishes. We shoveled… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
“I write here all I can, yet cannot express the fatigue I collapse under each night, worn to the bone with worry. I feel… — Eli Brown Copy Share Image
