Quotes About Dinnertime

And if you had an, an opportunity to have a hot meal, you did. That was the cook. But you didn't stop and say, This is dinnertime and Oh wait it's five o'clock, it's time to eat for supper.

But sometimes," she said with a smile, "it's eternity that miraculously breaks into time—even into dinnertime. Good-bye." She waved her hand and was gone.

The odor was of lunchtime or dinnertime, when, coming from every doorway, the smells of the various dishes mingle in the stairwell but are ruined by a stink of mold and cobwebs.

My dad loves to cook. I'm half Thai, and growing up that's all we ate in my house. My dad was very big on the idea that dinnertime and cooking time was also family time.

Every now and then, during the commercials Dad will say something like, 'How was school today, Sophie Dophie?' Once I said, 'We played strip poker during third period and I lost.' Dad just said, 'That's nice,' without even looking up from his meatloaf.

Growing up, my parents had this little fish and chips restaurant in Anaheim in the shadows of Disneyland, and they didn't close until 9 P.M. As a family, we didn't eat dinner until 10 P.M., and we would watch the original Star Trek every night at 11.

When I'm home, the heart and soul of our family is in the kitchen. Growing up, my parents both worked, so dinnertime was for family - the TV was off. I think it's important to grab that time and really make it special, even after a tough day.

When I'm home, the heart and soul of our family is in the kitchen. Growing up, my parents both worked, so dinnertime was for family - the TV was off. I think it's important to grab that time and really make it special, even after a tough day.

I'm gonna kiss you in each room," he said. "Then it's dinnertime." "How many rooms to this place?" Ellie asked, her eyes wide. Miah shrugged. "I'm not counting.

As we old Southerners, survivors remembering repasts past, have aged, we find ourselves eating in a foreign land at dinnertime. We hang our hams in a willow and weep. Dixie has become America, and the flavor is almost gone from the stew.

Most bad," the host concluded. "If you ask me, something sinister lurks in men who avoid wine, games, the company of lovely women, and dinnertime conversation. Such people are either gravely ill or secretly detest everyone around them.

Dinnertime was a formal, nearly a sacred, hour – usually more like two hours. At half past seven they went upstairs to bathe and change into dinner jacket and teagown.