Quotes About Taste

La literatura es una cuestión de gustos, es decir, de limitaciones".

La literatura es una cuestión de gustos, es decir, de limitaciones.

She couldn't see the homemade colored sprinkles, the tender yellow cake, or the pale pink frosting made with strawberry syrup enhanced with a little rosewater. Although our local strawberries weren't in season yet, I had conjured the aroma and taste of juicy berries warmed by the sun. I hoped this flavor would help the two old people return once more to their youth and the carefree feeling of a summer day.

I didn't know until I licked the mocha buttercream from my third devil's food cupcake that this was the flavor of starting over- dark chocolate with that take-charge undercurrent of coffee. I could actually taste it, feel it. And now I craved it.

Could a flavor be pleased with itself and its position in the world? That was plum. Not the sharp-flavored skin and the sweet flesh of a fresh plum, but more the concentrated flavor when the fruit was cooked down for a tart filling. Like the taste of port. In fact, I liked to pair plum and port together.

Monsieur Fernand...took them to a large busy restaurant where they sat at a table outside on the pavement and ordered a meal. 'Snails for the children!' cried Fernand. 'They've never tried them.' Max stared at his portion in horror and could not bring himself to touch them. But Anna, encouraged by Francine, tried one and found that it tasted like a very delicious mushroom.

you never give anything below your own taste level—something you wouldn't want, but suppose is good enough for others.

The sky was full of stacked gray clouds and the air tasted like a nickel.

I don't claim to have taste , but of my distaste I am very sure .

If you're afraid of butter, use cream.

It's so beautifully arranged on the plate — you know someone's fingers have been all over it.

If you're afraid of butter, use cream.

How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?

Fat gives things flavor.

Just like becoming an expert in wine–you learn by drinking it, the best you can afford–you learn about great food by finding the best there is, whether simply or luxurious. The you savor it, analyze it, and discuss it with your companions, and you compare it with other experiences.

And then, very sweetly, he kissed her. It tasted like the past. It tasted like her very heart.

He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets. And that she tasted like vanilla cream.

She enjoyed all of her names, and she was proud of every last one, but the one she liked best was Lottie. Lottie. It was the simplest of the bunch, but that wasn't why she liked it. Her tastes rarely ran to the simple, after all. She liked her wigs tall and her dresses grand and she was quite certain no one in her household appreciated the complexities of music or art as keenly as she did.

We shall be leaders of crone fashion!" "Arbiters of cronish taste.

Guys are not going to go see a chic flick when 'Indiana Jones' is playing.

A lot of the music I listen to is indie rock. It's not on the radio.

I listen to a lot of indie or rock music.

How can I tell if I was born hating coconut or developed a hatred of coconut because my father distrusted it as an ingredient?

I don't believe I dislike any ingredient.