Quotes About Food

Therefore it was not pride that took me into the village twice a week, or even stubbornness, but only the simple need for books and food.

Nothing, she said, upsets me more than being hungry; I snarl and snap and burst into tears.

Stuff yourself full of kippers, Luke said. Then it will be impossible to feel anything at all.

La comida viene de la tierra y no podemos permitir que se quede allí y se pudra; hay que hacer algo con ella.

Todas las mujeres de la familia Blackwood habían recogido la comida que daba la tierra y la habían conservado, y los tarros de intensos colores con embutidos y verduras y mermeladas granate, ámbar y verde oscuro estaban uno al lado de los otros y allí se quedarían para siempre, como un poema compuesto por las mujeres de la familia Blackwood.

you have to soak the soles in vodka, otherwise the sugar won't take. "Now I get it," I said. "If there's no vodka, the sugar goes to waste. And if there's no sugar, there's no squeak. Like the Mishna says: If there's no food, there's no Torah.

It's nothing to sneeze at—a soup made out of gizzards

we'll start right in on the knishes, or the kreplach, or the knaidlach, or the varnishkes, or the pirogen, or the blintzes.

Do you know what my grandmother used to say? What a shame it is we have mouths, because if we didn't we'd never go hungry

We helped ourselves to a drop of vishniak, had some more marmalade, and made small talk. What about? Don't ask me.

When there's bread," says my mother, "don't hanker after sweets.

If I were the Tsar I'd eat nothing but bread and watermelon all year round. I don't even mind the seeds. Give your melon a shake and they fall right out and you can eat all you want. Boy oh boy!

My friend Mendl and I once ate three haht dawgz apiece and could have polished off a few more if we had the cash …but that's not what I wanted to tell you.

In a sense. It's for Beth. She'll only eat natural foods.' 'Why don't you just put her out to pasture and let her graze?

But how puzzling human unhappiness must be to them. We who can fill our dishes any time and with as much food as we like, who can go outside whenever we wish, and run free—we who have no masters constantly needing to be pleased or obeyed— WTF?

They received food from the monks at the churches they visited, and when they drank the blood-red wine and broke off the golden crust from the bread made of wheat, all four priests from the barley lands understood why Christ had honored wine and wheat, which were purer than all other foodstuffs that God had given humankind, by manifesting himself in their likeness during the holy communion.

But we have to try the local food. It's a window into the culture. We learn so much about a people from what and how they eat. I actually quite enjoy the strange food. It's never too awful and it gifts a good tale.

Friendship is a miracle by which a person consents to view from a certain distance, and without coming any nearer, the very being who is necessary to him as food. It requires the strength of soul that Eve did not have; and yet she had no need of the fruit. If she had been hungry at the moment she looked at the fruit, and if in spite of that she had remained looking at it indefinitely without taking one step toward it, she would have performed a miracle analogous to that of perfect friendship.

There is a transcendent energy whose source is from heaven that flows into us as soon as we desire it. It is the true energy; it executes actions through the mediation of our souls and our bodies. We should ask for this food. The moment we ask for it and even by the fact that we ask, we know that God wants to give it to us.

Our farmers make enough rice to feed all of us, yet we must eat millet and barley. All that rice goes to feed the Imperial soldiers sent the Japanese residents...some even gets sent back to Japan...and the prices they charge us for the little rice that remains! Did you see the look of satisfaction on Captain Narita's face as he looked at these coarse little cookies?

He's not a food fascist," I say, feeling an immediate need to defend Eric. "He just…cares about nutrition." "He's Hitler. If he could round up every loaf of bread and put it in a camp, he would.

And, no, they haven't done it. I put him out of his misery. Done what? asks Noah. Put the sausage in the cupcake, says Lorcan, draining his coffee. Lorcan! I snap. Don't say things like that! Noah explodes with laughter. Put the sausage in the cupcake! he crows. The sausage in the cupcake! Great. I glare at Lorcan, who stares back, unmoved. And, anyway, cupcake? I've never heard it called that.

Además, todo el mundo sabe que los chinos viven más tiempo que nosotros, así que ¿cómo no va a ser saludable alimentarse de comida china? Y la pizza es mediterránea. Seguro que es más sana que muchas cosas que la gente toma en su casa.

By seven o'clock I've thrown away one lot of burned filo cases, baked another four, topped them with strawberries, and finished with heated-up apricot jam. I've pan-fried the vegetable shreds in olive oil and garlic till they're soft. I've blanched my French beans. I've put the sea bream in the oven. I've also taken more than a few sips of vermouth meant for the coulis, but that's neither here nor there