Jeffrey, Good morning from Brooklyn! I remember you once mentioned in an article what a strong book "Our Man in Havana" is (or, at least, another Graham Greene novel, I can't remember and I've loaned your book out to a friend), and I wondered at the time about the similarities between yourself and Greene, as authors. Maybe the culinary strings aren't obvious (for one thing, Greene loathed Mexican food), but for a literary connection, you both seem to write wondrously by revealing your own life through the subject matter, his in his sympathies for rotton or beautiful characters, and yours more often through food. But at least Greene had a veil with his vacuum salesman; your life's straight out on the page (or, as much as you choose to tell us). So I wonder, and I'm sorry if this is too private (?), how much of your life do you see through your food experiences, or, are your dining experiences enhanced or diminished (or neither) by writing about them? Thanks. Yours, Rosecrans
