Today's post is aspirational--a way of prompting thoughts about what can be done to bring back some of the diverse abundance that Mark Twain took for granted.
In yesterday's post, I listed a number of foods that have vanished from America's tables since Mark Twain included them on a long fantasy menu written...
While traveling across Europe in 1879, Twain wrote a fantasy menu of all his favorite American dishes--some eighty in all--many of which have now vanished from the country's tables.
Our willingness to tolerate the disappearance of wild foods, and the pleasures they bring, is deeply sobering.
Proust evoked a flood of memories in Remembrance of Things Past by tasting a scallop-shaped cake dipped in tea. We might have to go the same way, savoring the local foods we love before they're lost to us forever.
