Reflections on the Ephemeral World, Part Two: Food
Summer, Giuseppe Arcimboldo, 1573. (Oil on canvas, Musée du Louvre, Paris)
A year or so ago, I was invited to tea, with perhaps half-a-dozen other women, at the home of the mother of one of my children's friends. Upon arrival, I noticed that a long table had been set up in her living room, upon which lay every confection known to man — and then some. There were edible decorations and disposable trays and even, God help me, chef hats...