Quotes About Pastries

I look at pastries and cakes, tarts and pies. My body craves sugar, always craves sugar. Years of alcohalism and the high level of sugar in alcohal created the craving, which I feed with candy and soda.

When my career in hotels was taking off in the Nineties, I went to work as a head baker in Cyprus, where I was making Danish pastries every day. I can remember that the head chef was always on my back to put more seasonal fruits in with the creme patissiere. I'd even make them with rhubarb.

Like a twentieth-century dream of Europe—all horrors, and pastries—some part of me, for all time stands in a short skirt in a hospital cafeteria line, with a tray, while in another glittering tower named for the world's richest man my mother, who is dying, never dies.

You see, everyone thinks they're too good for day-old pastry, like one-third off is charity or something. The world is full of snobs. Snobs and slobs. I ought to write a book.

Criminals should be punished, not fed pastries.

I know those kids!" he cried. "They're in my store right now! I just gave them some muffins!" "You gave muffins to murderers?" Lou said. "That's not right, Milt. Criminals should be punished, not fed pastries.

Molly dove into the pastries. It had been a very long walk from the village and she'd been living on sandwiches and a thermos of cold tea. "These are delicious!" she said, around a mouthful of pastry. "Is learning to cook from first husband," said Cook. "Then is cooking him. Lousy husband. Second husband is chef, much better.

Next morning Jean-Guy Beauvoir was waiting by the car with two travel mugs of café au lait from the bistro and two chocolatines. "Just because we're going to Mordor doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves on the way," he said, opening the passenger-side door for Armand.

she judged frivolous reading to be as unhealthy as sweets and pastries...

Piper helped out at the counter as a steady stream of customers came in throughout the morning. They bought bags of powdered beignets, French almond croissants, and rings of buttery pastry with praline filling and caramel icing sprinkled with sweet southern pecans.

Those are napoleons, éclairs, and jésuites for the restaurant." "Jésuites?" asked Piper. "They're triangular, flaky pastries filled with frangipane crème and sprinkled with sliced almonds and powdered sugar. They originated in France, and the name refers to the shape of a Jesuit's hat.

There is a charming little bakery down the street, called the Charming Little Bakery.

Neil freshened our coffee and passed her the platter of picked-over pastries, offering, "Have some." She noticed, as I knew she would, that the bagels were untouched. She asked everyone, "What's the matter? You don't like Jew food?" I would normally bristle at such a comment, but as Barb herself was Jewish, she could say such things with impunity—and often did.