Here is a book of autobiographical essays from a man placed out of century by a malfunctioning time machine, yet needing a culture, so building his own. It is replete with reactions to the present day land he is marooned on, and interspersed with recipes which will bring peace to spiritual vagabonds via the art of fine cookery. The author is glad he appeared in a wealthy nation of easy food and time galore to repair machine, and hopes others struggling in similar space-time continuum can use book to temporarily escape cockamamie culture. Or at best make a fine meal at any hour while caught in dimensional exile. This volume is for the physically young and old alike provided they suffer from atomically produced disassociation. It should be used as a tool for the unfortunate poor yet pleasing neurotic to connect back or forward to the era of his or her choice. Set the stock to simmer on low and find a free spot to read and wonder.