Quotes About Taste

Darla's head bled profusely after the crash. Roslyn's tongue tingled as she remembered tasting the gooey substance out of curiosity.

Dane followed the man inside and noted the opulently decorated foyer. Somebody had lots of money with zero decorating skills.

When the bells justle in the tower The hollow night amid, Then on my tongue the taste is sour Of all I ever did.

Aunque sus gustos eran sencillos, se trataba de esa sencillez que solamente se satisface a base de cosas buenas.

Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between sweeter than any wine and as bitter as mustard greens.

I'm Chinese and in China making a beautiful meal for someone is the highest expression of love. Food is a very sensual, passionate thing. Culturally, I understood why my husband wanted to make this big meal for me. But he couldn't understand why I was having such a strong reaction to such a silly simple thing like yams. It's hard to understand how something that tastes sweet in on person's mouth, in another person's mouth can taste so bitter.

What is meat for one is not for another--no accounting for fancy.

Departure or imminent death will force you to define your true tastes.

Most folks didn't like Skinner. And those who did called him an acquired taste. Like sardines. Or the music of Jim Nabors.

Sometimes, you just want something so hard you have to lie about it, so you can hold it in your mouth for a minute, how real hunger has a real taste

When baking, follow the directions. When cooking, go by your own taste.

he liked to eat fish patty sandwiches from McDonald's, so his taste in food smells wasn't reliable

I mean, you really can't imagine how awesome coffee tastes, or how awesome it is to hear music, to hear idiots talking... I mean, it hurts. Everything hurts. But everything in the world is so awesome that sometimes I just can't stand it.

It is ridiculous to lay down to people where a thing should stand, design everything for them from the lavatory pan to the ashtray. On the contrary, I like people to move their furniture so that it suits them (not me!), and it's quite natural (and I approve) when they bring the old pictures and mementos they have come to love into a new interior, irrespective of whether they are good taste or bad.

The steam-borne smells of root and muscle, allium and brassica, saffron, thyme, turmeric, allspice, nutmeg and cinnamon, caramelised sugar, brandy and sour vinegar, duck thighs and salmon scales curl and emulsify into gobbets that dribble into nubbed stalactites on its galvanised yawn.

We drank our whiskeys. It was the good stuff and it tasted of salt, sea, rain, wind and the Old Testament.

I think pasta is really good for me. Maybe not so good if you're trying to go on a diet, but it's good for me.

I don't like pasta.

I eat pasta every day. It gives me energy. I love the taste.

I love Italian food, such as pasta or lasagna.

I don't like new bands. I don't want to be one of those pathetic old men in their forties who knows exactly what 18-year-olds are into.

When I was growing up, the people who liked the Beatles, I didn't like, so I didn't pay attention to them.

Cooking at home has made my pantry work harder than ever, and I'm constantly turning to ingredients that I know will add maximum taste-bud payoff with minimal fuss.

As a kid, I'd never have avocado. You'd get some melon and the odd fresh peach. But avocados? Mangoes? I'd never had a mango in my life.