In the Upper Peninsula of Michigan
beyond the last fish, it doesn't matter
how sudden a snow squall or
thin the ice, I would die
if I fell and miss a good dinner.
I think about food, listen
to the swirling snow and each
swoosh of oysters I had for lunch.
From page 15 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).