Early in the pages of Eat, Pray, Love, on her way to India, author Elizabeth Gilbert drops an ominous talisman: she makes a Gandhi joke.
Dining on the intestines of a newborn lamb she observes Gandhi "never ate lamb intestines in his life."
"But vegetarians can eat this," responds her companion Luca. "Intestines aren't even meat, Liz. They're sh--." Ha Ha!
A few pages later, buying a fur hat, Gilbert sees humor in the disappointing veal she recently ate for dinner. "Are these called Mrs. Paul's Veal Sticks" she and a friend chortle.
Visitors to Gilbert's web site used to be greeted by an image of a little girl covered with flies in keeping with Gilbert's spiritual quest and what she calls her "peace summit."