Quotes About Taste

I try a different cookie recipe every time I bake.

Only your hearts be frolic, for the time Craves that we taste of naught but jouissance.

If bad taste were a felony, every writer I know would've done prison time.

I think the patterns are set very early when the kids are young. But at the same time, there are some flavors kids just don't like.

Take it from somebody who has been around for a million years: When you get right down to it, food is practically the whole story every time.

And if the reader has no taste for what he reads, all the time is wasted

I like anchovies, and I don't tell everybody about them. Almost every time, they don't even notice.

You soon learn there's no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.

All is flux, nothing stays still, as Heraclitus said. By the time I wrote this, everything has changed in the universe; everything but the taste of the cakes baked at home!

Since the pleasure of most foods is in the first few bites, eat one thing on your plate at a time, at least at the start of the meal when you can concentrate and enjoy the full flavors.

Researchers who examined the voting records of wine judges found that 90 percent of the time they give inconsistent ratings to a particular wine when they judge it on multiple occasions.

I do not cook. However, if I did, I'd cook all Italian food, all the time.

High and fine literature is wine, and mine is only water; but everybody likes water.

A classic is something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read.

The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world'd luxuries, king by grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented.

The exquisitely bad is as satisfying to the soul as the exquisitely good. Only the mediocre is unendurable.

One must make allowances for a parental instinct that has been starving for twenty-five or thirty years. It is famished, it is crazed with hunger by that time, and will be entirely satisfied with anything that comes handy; its taste is atrophied, it can't tell mud cat from shad. A devil born to a young couple is measurably recognizable by them as a devil before long, but a devil adopted by an old couple is an angel to them, and remains so, through thick and thin.

We both thrive in the late hours, appreciate its sad taste and never get in the way of each other's dreams, even though Lude just wants more money, better parties and prettier girls and I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.

I could smell something. Fear. I could taste it now. It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection.

A veces, en el sótano, se levantaba con el regusto del acordeón en sus oídos y saboreaba el resquemor dulzón del champán en la lengua.

Their heartbeats fought each other, a mess of rhythm. Liesel tried to eat hers down. The taste of heart was not too cheerful.

A Husband should always like his wife's cooking BEST. in Sarah's Gift