Quotes About Cheese

I grew up eating fried food. I thought that macaroni and cheese was a vegetable.

Casseroles don't have to be about canned ingredients and vegetables you normally wouldn't even think of eating alone, much less stuck in between layers of sauce and breadcrumbs. They can vary from everyone's favorite all-time casserole, macaroni and cheese, to the ultimate English casserole, Shepherd's Pie.

I love meat and vegetables. If I did a diet, I would do Paleo, except they have no cheese, which is very upsetting. I'm going to start my own Chrissy diet that's like Paleo plus cheese. Plus late Saturday night drive-through.

Everybody can cook. You don't have to do anything fancy. You can do a nice antipasto spread with sardines, anchovies, some meats, marinated vegetables, fruits, cheese, nuts, and crackers.

My mother did a fried vegetable dish called 'stuff.' It's fried potatoes and carrots. Then you add bell peppers, mushrooms and other softer vegetables. At the end you add onion. Then, you steam the dish with hot pepper cheese on the top and it melts down through the dish. It's delicious. It's wonderful.

I had acne late, in college. My skin used to be really flawless. Went to college, became a vegetarian, ate a lot of cheese - big mistake. Here I am trying to be healthy and I'm eating grilled cheese sandwiches and french fries every day, having mad eruptions all over my face.

Most British cheeses are now vegetarian and are labelled accordingly. However, French and Italian manufacturers still tend to use rennet.

I had to go vegan. First vegetarian, then I had to go vegan. And I do miss the cheese, I have to - I must confess.

I wonder if I will have any teeth left by then. Not that I need them for the cheese-substance sandwiches. But teeth are good things to have in any case. They improve your smile, no matter how fake it is. And without teeth, all the money I have spent on toothpaste over the years would be a complete waste.

I learned to stuff my fears deep down until they form a little ball, keeping the feelings buried under liberal handfuls of cheese and glasses of moderately priced Chardonnay.

Splendid cheeses they were, ripe and mellow, and with a two hundred horse-power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry three miles, and knock a man over at two hundred yards. 

Why are you more nervous than I am? He's going to love you. And the cheese. All the cheeses.

As an impoverished student I used to spend days out in Selfridges, nibbling on samples of free cheese and dousing myself with scent in the perfume department.

The bottom line is that Germany is still an underappreciated food country. Furthermore, buying bread, cheese, and especially sausage in the supermarket will almost certainly not be disappointing. The best ethnic food in Germany is often from groups that don't make their way in very large numbers to the United States.

Worry is today's mice nibbling on tomorrow's cheese

Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye

Being vintage like a fine wine Should make you proud of being old And being mature like a cheese Certainly explains the mould! Fester on undaunted into your 7th decade

Nothing is more disgusting than a glass of milk, especially French milk, which comes in a box and can sit unrefrigerated for five months, at which point it simply turns into cheese and is moved to a different section of the grocery store.

Today the teacher told us that a ripe Camembert should have the same consistency as a human eyebrow.

Queso, homemade or not, is my cheese of choice. It stays saucy even at room temperature, which means I can eat at my typical snails pace and still get good nacho vibes.

Will you take another cup of tea?" Cassandra asked. "I'll have a brandy," West retorted, "along with a wedge of currant pie, a plate of cheese, a bowl of potato and turnip mash, and a beefsteak." Cassandra smiled. "I'll ask the doctor if you may have some broth." "Broth?" he repeated indignantly. "Come along, Hamlet," Pandora said, "before West decides he wants bacon as well.

I just don't see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn't want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

in certain regions of Italy, women of ill-repute or evil looks are forbidden to enter cheese factories.

By the age of thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese, and one for chocolate.