E.B. White's timeless "One Man's Meat," now in print for fifty-five years, continues to delight readers with the renowned essayist's succinct, witty observations on daily life at a Maine saltwater farm. In his new foreword to the book, Roger Angell of "The New Yorker" notes, "...the book has always had the heft, the light usefulness, of a bushel basket, carrying a raking of daily or seasonal notions, and, on the next short trip, the heavier burden of an idea. Strewn with arrands and asterisks, farming tips and changes of weather, notes on animals and neighbors and statesmen, "One Man's Meat" is too personal for an almanac, too suphisticated for a domestic history, too funny and self-doubting for a literary journal. Perhaps it's a primer: a countryman's lessons that convey, at each reading, a sense of early morning clarity and possibility."