It will have some red stains, commemorating the mornings and evening it has witnessed; some dark and rusty blotches, in memory of the clouds and foggy, mildewy days that have passed over it; and a spacious field of green reflecting the general face of Nature,—green even as the fields; or a yellow ground, which implies a milder flavor,—yellow as the harvest, or russet as the hills.—"Wild Apples"
Let your condiments be in the condition of your senses. To appreciate the flavor of these wild apples requires vigorous and healthy senses, papillæ firm and erect on the tongue and palate, not easily flattened and tamed.—Cape Cod
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.—Journal, 23 August 1853
Men have become the tools of their tools. The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer.—Journal, 14 July 1845
Now I go a-fishing and a-hunting every day, but omit the fish and the game, which are the least important part. I have learned to do without them.—Journal, 26 January 1853
Painted by the frosts, some a uniform clear bright yellow, or red, or crimson, as if their spheres had regularly revolved, and enjoyed the influence of the sun on all sides alike,—some with the faintest pink blush imaginable,—some brindled with deep red streaks like a cow, or with hundreds of fine blood-red rays running regularly from the stem-dimple to the blossom end, like meridional lines, on a straw-colored ground,—some touched with a greenish rust, like a fine lichen, here and there, with crimson blotches or eyes more or less confluent and fiery when wet,—and others gnarly, and freckled or peppered all over on the stem side with fine crimson spots on a white ground, as if accidentally sprinkled from the brush of Him who paints the autumn leaves.—"Wild Apples"
The common perch . . . . is the firmest and toughest of our fishes and by those who are not epicures most preferred for food.—Journal, after 1 August 1844
The greater or less abundance of food determines migrations.—Journal, 23 April 1852
The indecent haste and grossness with which our food is swallowed, have cast a disgrace on the very act of eating itself.—Journal, 16 July 1845
There is a certain class of unbelievers who sometimes ask me such questions as, if I think that I can live on vegetable food alone; and to strike at the root of the matter at once,— for the root is faith,—I am accustomed to answer such, that I can live on board nails.—Walden
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