Quotes About Food

If the first requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite, the second is to put in your apprenticeship as a feeder when you have enough money to pay the check but not enough to produce indifference of the total.

The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite. Without this, it is impossible to accumulate, within the allotted span, enough experience of eating to have anything worth setting down.

I'm not a vegetarian because I love animals. I'm a vegetarian because I hate plants.

I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.

nothing transformed the politics, the economy and the table of Europe like the potato. The tuber from Peru.

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

Hanna coarsely grated a chunk of Parmigiano Reggiano as Ray put the finishing touches on a pasta dish, a combination of oven-roasted parsnips, bacon, and heavy cream mixed with al dente farfalle.

I think there is a real misconception about Indian food being super spicy. And I know that's because when you go into an Indian restaurant, it is pretty spicy. But it doesn't have to be. In fact, my husband can't handle a lot of heat. I've had to temper my cooking so that he can eat with me.

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 we are fighting isn't godlessness--this is the most godly country on earth. We aren't even fighting disease. Its poverty. Money for food, medicines... that helps. When we cannot cure or save a life, our patients can at least feel cared for. It should be a basic human right.

Now I saw this categorizing of my freezer food as a sign of the true chaos in my head.

I cook a little bit. I make a Hungarian dish called chicken paprikash that's out of this world. I'll give a heads-up to all of your readers that it doesn't have to be between Thai and Mexican every night. Toss some Hungarian in every once in a while. You will not be sorry. Good, solid peasant food.

But the Americans ruin everything with cheese. They make it out of animal milk. Americans put it on everything—on their eggs at breakfast, on their noodles, they melt it on ground meat. They say Americans smell like butter, but no, it is cheese. With heat, it becomes an orange liquid.

The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.

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

Pre-heat the oven? Really? If I was the sort of person who planned ahead, I wouldn't be eating this Totino's Party Pizza in the first place.

The child, the psychoanalyst D. W. Winnicott writes, can 'use doubt about food to hide doubt about love'; doubt about love is doubt about resources.

Almost everything inside was filled with sugar, cheese, and weight-loss tips.

We are the only animal that cooks.

What are you eating?" he ask us. "Whatever won't kill me, please" I said. "Whatever don't kill you'll make you stronger" says Eddie, who is always ready with folksy wisdom. "All right," I say. "Then give me whatever will make me stronger." "One pizza, coming up.

The chronic shortage of oil, the debility of the European coal mines and the fragility of the food chain, made it seem unlikely that Germany would in fact be able to 'consolidate' its conquests of 1940 without falling into excessive dependence on the Soviet Union.

4They set out from Mount Hor by way of the Sea of Reeds* to skirt the land of Edom. But the people grew restive on the journey, 5and the people spoke against God and against Moses, "Why did you make us leave Egypt to die in the wilderness? There is no bread and no water, and we have come to loathe this miserable food.

Everything eaten is killed. Every meal is a sacrifice.