At some point I asked Sous Chef to retrieve a giant jar of capers from the pantry. He obliged, but muttered, “You know, not everyone likes capers,” to which I gleefully added, “But not everyone matters.”
Food doesn’t have to mean everything, but it can’t mean nothing.
At some point I asked Sous Chef to retrieve a giant jar of capers from the pantry. He obliged, but muttered, “You know, not everyone likes capers,” to which I gleefully added, “But not everyone matters.”