Quotes About Buttered

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

I never had a piece of toast Particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side.

Shucked and boiled in water, sweet corn is edible and nutritious; roasted in the husk in the hottest possible oven for forty minutes, shucked at the table, and buttered and salted, nothing else, it is ambrosia. No chef's ingenuity and imagination have ever created a finer dish.

with the same old grief as mine is it mine am I home oh how much life not my own have I buttered and eaten

Give me buttered white bread with Marmite crisps and salad cream and I'm a happy girl.

The idea of a sandwich as a snack goes back to Roman times. Scandinavians perfected the technique with the Danish open-faced sandwich, or smorroebrod, consisting of thinly sliced, buttered bread and many delectable toppings.

By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!

A slice of hot, buttered toast is the perfect meal. It's not too much and not too little, and it gives you just the right buzz.

A philosopher is a person who doesn't care which side his bread is buttered on; he knows he eats both sides anyway.

Are you sure you wouldn't like some toast, Phyllis? Toast is one of the triumphs of our civilisation. It must be made with very fresh bread, thickly cut; then toasted very quickly and buttered at once, so the butter is half-melted. Unsalted butter, of course; you sprinkle it with salt afterwards. Sea salt, preferably.

Don't tell anyone I said it?" I smiled. "I'll be quiet as a buttered snail sneaking through a Frenchman's kitchen.

My love of buttered popcorn has never been a secret. It runs deeper than a bottomless jumbo tub, free refills and all. It's my favorite food.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

One of the police found a garden chair that I could stand on and they eyed me suspiciously as I tried to slide through the window. The fleece that I was wearing was padding me out too much so I took it off. I tried again, and this time it was my pen, pen-torch and scissors in my shirt pocket that got in the way. I moved them into my trouser pocket. One of the police asked if it would help if I was buttered up. I pretended not to listen to him. Or the giggles of my crewmate.

A philosopher is a person who doesn't care which side his bread is buttered on; he knows he eats both sides anyway.