The hunger in the title is the hunger we can not live without.
Modern voices add their harmonies to the chorale.
The Puzzles of the Meal Among the forest of forks and spoons the young girl need not fear who remembers that, as with life, the proper meal progresses from outer, to inner, settings. When the fingerbowl arrives, she must not wash her grapes. If doubtful of the ways of oranges, she must choose bananas. When standing to leave the table, a lady does not fold her napkin at her plate but lets it fall, as too careful placement implies an unseemly intention to return. Dotted around the countryside where I live are small, falling-down shacks with porch rails.