If cooking becomes an art form rather than a means of providing a reasonable diet, then something is clearly wrong.

Civet of hare in the south China seas! 'Gosh, Gertrude, let's go have some civet of hare, it's really cold out there.

They finally decided she was a witch.

Imagine her surrounded at a table for eight by Australian cattlemen off for a jolly in Singapore! I don't want to say she was intolerant but she was. The simple life was the right life.

With some deals already on the table and others supposedly on the table, food company managers suddenly have a reason to have an open mind.

Given the risks related to closing the deal, they are probably pretty comparable. A better situation, in my view, would have been $26 per share in cash on the table.