Quotes About Butter

Bread's so important for me, it makes such a difference. I like it with a lovely bit of cheese on it, sometimes just with butter, or with some fresh soup.

I never thought that I would be able to make singing a career. It's great that my passion is also the source of my bread and butter.

I like bread, and I like butter - but I like bread with butter best.

to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you – that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.

Miss Child is never bashful with butter.

As an actor it somehow gets monotonous to play the same role again and again. But I can't say no to them as I earn my bread and butter from this.

You were the two insect parts per million allowed in peanut butter.

Miss Smith opened the back door. "Ada," she called, "come here, please." Right. I pretended I hadn't heard, and turned Butter so our backsides faced her.

4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened 2½ to 3 cups confectioner's sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla (or a bit more to taste) Blend together cream cheese and butter with enough confectioner's sugar for good spreading consistency. Stir in vanilla. Refrigerate frosted cake before serving.

Chemical properties in the peat stop anything from rotting, so bogs are the "bank vaults" of Irish history, protecting whatever is put in them. A bog-cutter recently described finding a slab of butter, still edible after more than a hundred years.

When Edd caught sight of the ragged band of wildlings, he pursed his lips and gave the giant a long look. "Might need some butter to slide that one through the tunnel, m'lord. Shall I send someone to the larder?" "Oh, I think he'll fit. Unbuttered." So

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot spout." ? Gerald Durrell, My Family and Other Animals

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

Fat gives things flavor.

I will never use a substitute for butter. Margarine is one molecule away from eating plastic. If I'm going to eat that type of food, it's going to be the real deal.

Sun melting over it, slow as butter on toast.

I love to bake. Cakes are my specialty - they have to be moist and sugary.

A nutritionist has told me to have very little butter and very little spices, but I can't live like that.

My favourite dish is from Congo, the native country of my father. It's called Poulet a la Dakatine and is made from chicken, peanut butter and spinach.

my job to color the margarine, putting the white, lard-like block into a bowl then sprinkling orange coloring powder over it and mixing with a fork until it was more brazenly yellow than any butter would dare to be.

A delicious fragrance wafted upward—roasted pork and crispy bacon and apples glazed in a rich wine sauce, resting on a bed of browned potatoes. Beside it was a bowl of fresh peas, swimming in butter seasoned with tarragon from the garden. And of course there was the baguette Vianne had made yesterday morning.

I'm religious about salted butter. I don't understand how it happened that everyone thought we should all have sweet butter. I blame the French.

Maple butter spread on a tortilla is absolutely delightful.

Any opportunity I get to melt butter, I continue on to the 'noisette' stage.