He asks you to imagine rolling down the supermarket aisles with your great grandmother:
'You're standing together in front of the dairy cabinet. She picks up a package of Go-Gurt Portable Yoghurt tubes - and has no idea what this could possibly be. Is it a food or a toothpaste and, how exactly, do you introduce it into your body?'
He describes many 'edible, food like substances' available in the supermarket. For example 'cakelike cylinders with creamlike fillings called Twinkies that never grow stale. 'Don't eat anything incapable of rotting is another personal policy you might consider adopting' he sagely advises.
One ought not to laugh perhaps, but I found this hilarious!
He sums up his advice thus: Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.
I shall keep this book, and follow his advice. Definately one to be swallowed.
Little note: his writing is good. How is this for a poetic phrase - food should be 'closer to the centre of a well lived life'.
Nice rhythm? Alliteration? Laura will like it.