When Donald Hall reports on Moore’s serving him lunch at her Brooklyn Apartment, one wonders about the high style suggested by her mayonnaise recipe:
“Lunch was extraordinary! On a tray she placed three tiny paper cups and a plate. One of the cups contained about two teaspoons of V-8 juice. Another had about eight raisins in it, and the other five and a half Spanish peanuts. On the plate was a mound of Fritos, and when she passed them to me she said, I like Fritos. They’re so good for you, you know.”
From: Their Ancient Glittering Eyes: Remembering Poets and More Poets. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1992, p. 165.