Quotes About Dessert

Number of empty Ben & Jerry's containers: 3 -- two mint chocolate cookie, one plain vanilla. (Who buys plain vanilla ice cream from Ben & Jerry's, anyway? Is there a greater waste?)

I don't always prepare such rich meals. Sometimes I'll just serve a simple quiche, salad and dessert for dinner. During the week I try to eat lightly.

I bake a chocolate cake from scratch every week.

I'm going to be a very bad Portuguese right now - I'm actually not a fan of pastel de natas. I'm just not a fan of cream.

I love pie. Definitely apple pie, but sweet potato pie - really any pie.

I'll immediately gain, like, 5 pounds even just by thinking about cutting out dessert. It's a nightmare. I decided, for me, the healthiest thing was to eat what I want and just exercise. Some women can watch what they eat, but I just can't do that.

I like a gooey cookie.

I love chocolate chip cookies - really anything with chocolate will do!

The big cheat meal will be a cookies and cream milkshake.

Every year since culinary school I have made a Buche de Noel, or Yule Log.

I love apple crumble and custard - that's my little treat.

In anticipation of a meal - supposing we are with the ideal companion at the best table in the perfect restaurant - we might indeed postpone sadness. And maybe even halfway through, we will remain in tolerably high spirits, with dessert still to come. But as we near the end of eating, we begin to feel anticipatory twinges of anticlimax.

I never want to be that guy at a dinner table saying, 'I wish I could have dessert.' I actually went through a stage when I would order dessert first.

Instead they're crying like a school bus full of little French girls whose ice cream all melted.

Chocolate is God's apology for brocolli

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

My life didn?t need to be on the line for me to enjoy dessert.

Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.

William Pratchett's last words on this earth were an anguished cry of, 'I haven't had my custard yet.

There was a blackberry pie which the counterman claimed his wife made, and I ate two pieces. He had married well.

I think she suspects something, though. We've had cherry pie for dessert five nights in a row." His voice drawled, and my smile deepened.

To the only man I'd make butterscotch pudding for

We'll all have an ice-cream cake to celebrate! Except for we don't have a freezer!

I informed him that when you eat one of those cuppy containers of flan, you are in heaven and smile for the rest of the day.