This is your humble scribe to whom, by dint of long years of service to Ludwig van Food, Maestro has entrusted his thoughts. Mine is the honored duty of translating his compositions and musings to these pages.
Ha! Honor! There is scant honor in being subject to the whiplash of Maestro’s muse. He was always a torrent, working with little patience for structure and even less for the burden of relegating his thoughts to paper.
The onset of disease that takes away Ludwig’s ability to create or even taste his culinary masterworks has only served to flood me with even greater output, seemingly striving to cheat time. He refuses idleness, saying:
“I will continue to take myself to the heaven of art; there is no more undisturbed, unmixed or purer happiness than can be attained.”