continue …more studied and described than this one. But lately, some doubt, a subtle melancholy, has begun to creep onto the scene, in the kitchen, at the table, which, once a year, right at Christmastime, we meet, pretend to love everyone (or we really do love each other and if so, I don’t understand why we don’t get together more often).
What is this strange malady? High cholesterol? Just plain everyday boredom? The progressive breakdown of society? Eat Eat Hurrah will try to find an answer.
At Christmas the Cook is missing! That is to say, that figure which transmits to relatives and close friends a concept which the warmth of the heart passes through the heat of the stove. That figure is missing who, once a year, transformed an occasion into an unforgettable occasion, that demurage who could propose his own sublime skill, plus his own “heart in the pot”, to a modest, though loving, audience composed of drooling children, silly cousins, friends of friends and so on. In other words, despicable people, transformed into the act of eating, putting the “sacrament” of a religiously executed dish, into their mouths (let’s not forget it’s Christmas).
Eat Eat Hurrah is here for this.

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