When I'm old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in. Dining is and always was a great artistic opportunity. When men reach their sixties and retire, they go to pieces.
Women go right on cooking.
All over America women are burning food they re supposed to bring with calico smile on platters glittering like wax. Anger sputters in her brainpan, confined but spewing out missles of hot fat. Carbonized despair presses like a clinker from a barbecue against the back of her eyes. If she wants to grill anything, it s her husband over a slow fire. If she wants to serve him anything it s a dead rat with a bomb in its belly ticking like the heart of an insomniac.