Quotes About Food

It just wouldn't be a picnic without the ants.

That's a lot of vegetables. It is, yes, and if you eat them like a good girl... He lifted the silver lid on another plate, revealed a small pizza, with pepperoni arranged into a smiley face. She tried to give him a stony stare, but the laugh won out. You think you're cute, don't you, pal? Adorable. In this case, you can have adorable. Ow! She managed the stony stare when he slapped her hand away from the pizza. Vegetables first.

It's always a pleasure watching you wake up, he commented. But sometimes I wonder if you want me only for my coffee. Well... She grinned at him and sipped again. I really like the food, too. And the sex isn't bad.

As for her cat, Galahad made an appearance, regally ignored everyone under four feet until he clued in that this variety of humans was more likely to drop food on the floor, or sneak him handouts. He ended in a gluttonous coma, tubby belly up under a table.

Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.

And what the hell does that even mean? Why would you serve food for thoughgs, and what kind of food? If you serve spinach, do you get healthy thoughts? If it's ice cream and candy, it is fun thoughts? Why do we say stupid things?

Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something? Like what? A dish? We have dishes. We have lots of dishes. He means food, Peabody interpreted. Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too. Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat? Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter. It's a social nicety.

Cakes of rice are not a snack. I suspect them of evil deeds for this alone.

I've never understood the appeal of anything referred to as 'hash.

Bacon is never wrong.

You gonna eat, you should eat good." From

Why did she always think of the damn cherry Danish in the morning? She wasn't entirely sure the thought of it didn't put an extra pound on her ass.

Got hoagies." With a grunt, she dropped back in the seat. "What, for the whole squad?" "And other provisions." "Because we're going on safari?

Speaking the words he had been taught, directing them no longer upward but to the earth on which he knelt, he prayed: 'For what we are about to receive make us truly thankful.' ... he... felt his heart suddenly flow over with thankfulness... like a gush of warm water... All that remains is to live here quietly for the rest of my life, eating food that my own labour has made the earth to yield. All that remains is to be a tender of the soil.

Eating is a ritual, and rituals make things easier.

Not for me. I hate fish. It's for Goddamn Cat. I want him served that regularly.

The waitress looked a little awkward. "Is all that for both you and your sister?

Try the tenderloin. It's fucking awesome. And the lamb, too. Oh, and the mashed potatoes. Skip the salad. Waste of chewing.

When a plate was put in front of him, he glanced up. "No veggies? Not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth." "Vegetable matter is a waste of porcelain space." Phury pushed a knife and fork across the butcher block. "Ask yourself, would I sacrifice the surface area of mashed or stuffing for peas?" "I love you.

Oh, shut it. Look, the pills have to be taken with food. You got a ham 'n' cheese on rye on you? I don't. I'da made you some linguine with Sal sauce and brought it over for you. Give me more notice next time. Rehv headed out of the office. You mind not being thoughtful. Makes me feel like shit. Your prob, not mine.

Standing over the plate of steaming food, Lydia glanced up at the server. Bessie was married to Susan, the grocer's, husband's brother. Which meant that not only did the women work in the same building and take their breaks together, they also rode into and from work as a twosome

I like to cook." "Really? I like to eat.

and remember what Somerset Maugham said. 'To dine well in England it's necessary to have breakfast three times a day.

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