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Art Buchwald

  • ssf36 Jan 19, 2007 12:33 AM
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From Art Buchwald's farewell column which runs, as intended, after his death:

"For some reason my mind keeps turning to food. I know I have not eaten all the eclairs I always wanted. In recent months, I have found it hard to go past the Cheesecake Factory without at least having one profiterole and a banana split.

I know it's a rather silly thing at this stage of the game to spend so much time on food. But then again, as life went on and there were fewer and fewer things I could eat, I am now punishing myself for having passed up so many good things earlier in the trip."

Words to live by.

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  1. ssf36, Amen! We'll miss his wit. Today's politics is ugly and Buchwald was always above that. If you enjoyed Art, check out www.borowitzreport.com (His ordained successor.)

    1. Nice.

      I loved Art Buchwald but when I saw the post, I couldn't imagine what his connection would be to food.

      We do need to enjoy every bite ... and this site helps to direct us to the best bites. My mom could no longer eat at the end of her life and it made me appreciate that we should enjoy what we eat while we can ... even Cheesecake Factory can have its charms.

      1. That is wonderful and touching.

        He started as a food critic, IIRC.

        1. Kind of reminds me of when Warren Zevon was questioned on The Letterman Show about any thoughts on his limited time left, he replied "Appreciate every sandwich"

          1. OMG - did you see his video where he says, I'm Art Buchwald and I just died. Weird, but funny

            1. When I was a youngster in college, I worked at the Vineyard Haven Yacht Club on Martha's Vineyard. I was in the kitchen, my first foray into restaurant world (a long love affair started after that, with both restaurants/dining and writing), and Art was a daily customer at the club. The club, mind you, was nothing more than a beach club where VH summer residents would bring their kids for sailing lessons. While the kids sailed, the adults sat on the deck and ate really basic counter food after tennis. Anyway, a teenage kid who worked with us was absolutely obsessed with Art B, which I thought so odd for such a young guy. He brought in books for Art to sign, and maybe even a poster. Odd. Anyway, Art would come in and order peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and fruit salad for lunch, just about every day. It's one of my favorite memories serving him; he was always a delight. As was watching him with his young fan.