Quotes About Food

I get snappy if I don't eat.

I'm from New York, so I'm simultaneously a snob and will also eat any pizza you put in front of me.

Most of all, I love unfussy, unpretentious, simple food made with excellent ingredients. If I'm a snob, it's about quality, not cuisine.

Being from Baltimore, I'm a crab cake snob, and I'm very particular on where I eat my crab cakes.

I've become a produce snob. I like to eat food that's in season.

I really miss Melbourne food; Melbourne is very snobbish about their caffe culture, and I feel like I've become a snob, too.

Just like I am a food snob, I am also a rabbinical snob.

I'm the farthest thing from a foodie or a food snob. Those people terrify me.

At least when it comes to food, there's no snobbery in Singapore.

Food is the only snobbery allowed. Imagine pulling up in your expensive car alongside somebody at the lights with a cheap car and saying, 'Is that all you've got?' But people do it with food.

I certainly didn't grow up ever having to worry about where my next meal was coming from. The fact that so many people, even in our own country, worry about something so basic, it's something I really wanted to help to do something about.

This ambivalence about the value of cooking raises an interesting question: Has our culture devalued food-work because it is unfulfilling by it's very nature or because it has traditionally been women's work?

If it came from a plant, eat it; if it was made in a plant, don't.

Somos lo que comemos» es una obviedad difícil de discutir y, sin embargo, como sugiere una simple visita a un cebadero, resulta incompleta, porque también somos lo que come lo que comemos. Y lo que somos, o aquello en lo que nos hemos convertido, no es solo carne, sino también maíz n.º 2 y petróleo.

To grow the plants and animals that made up my meal, no pesticides found their way into any farmworker's bloodstream, no nitrogen runoff or growth hormones seeped into the watershed, no soils were poisoned, no antibiotics were squandered, no subsidy checks were written. If the high price of my all-organic meal is weighed against the comparatively low price it exacted from the larger world, as it should be, it begins to look, at least in karmic terms, like a real bargain.

Smil] estimates that two of every five humans on Earth today would not be alive if not for Fritz Haber's invention of the Haber-Bosch process.

To savor food, to conceive of food as an aesthetic experience, has been regarded as evidence of effeteness, a form of foreign foppery.

In 1960 Americans spent 17.5 percent of their income on food and 5.2 percent of national income on health care. Since then, those numbers have flipped: Spending on food has fallen to 9.9 percent, while spending on health care has climbed to 16 percent of national income.

In order of diminishing corniness, this is how the laboratory measured our meal: soda (100 percent corn), milk shake (78 percent), salad dressing (65 percent), chicken nuggets (56 percent), cheeseburger (52 percent), and French fries (23 percent).

I could certainly eat more of this, but am I still hungry?

To say "I'm hungry" in French you say "J'ai faim"—"I have hunger"—and when you are finished, you do not say that you are full, but "Je n'ai plus faim"—"I have no more hunger.

The presence of flowers, as even I understood as a boy, is a reliable predictor of future food. People who were drawn to flowers, and who further could distinguish among them and then remember where in the landscape they'd seen them, would be much more successful foragers than people who were blind to their significance.

There are some forty-five thousand items in the average American supermarket and more than a quarter of them now contain corn.

pile, I started to see the golden kernels everywhere, ground into the mud by tires and boots, floating in the puddles of rainwater, pancaked on the steel rails. Most of this grain is destined for factory farms and processing plants, so no one worries much about keeping it particularly clean. Even so, it was hard not to register something deeply amiss in the sight of so much food lying around on the wet ground.