This is a simply marvellous enumeration of tasks leading to remarks about the spending of time.
Alice Toklas was the first true gourmet I ever met. She knew how to grow, to buy, to prepare, to cook, to savor, to serve – and how to put food in its proper place. She understated flavors so that you were deliciously tormented trying to grasp them. A lunch at rue Christine lasted three hours if you broke way brusquely, but is was more likely to be a leisurely four hours, for the meal was meant to be a trampoline for conversation and pithy criticism.
“A Memory of Alice B. Toklas”
Remembrance of Things Paris: Sixty Years of Writing from Gourmet
And so for day 3097