De Sade and "de gustibus non est disputandum"

Mark Crick's pastiches in Kafka's Soup are smart. I particularly like the beginning of the "Boned stuffed poussains à la Marquis de Sade"

Should not the supreme aim of gastronomy be to untangle the confusion of ideas that confront mankind, and to provide this unfortunate biped with some guidance on how he should conduct himself and his appetites?
The best illustration accompanies the recipe for "Mushroom Risotto à la John Steinbeck"

Porcini waiting to be rehydrated, lying like dry soil in open hands, an iconic image for the Dust Bowl and yet unmistakable shards of wondrous flavour.

And so for day 1642