Quotes About Food

And they have a display of bananas, which are not bananas but called plantains and are more like a potato pretending to be a banana.

I like to know exactly what's being put into my food.

You, little bird, are welcome to any and all of my cookies. I'd even share my cake with you.

If I could, I'd eat pizza for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

You should eat a waffle! You can't be sad if you eat a waffle!

SnowAngel: uh huh, whatevs. i LIKE american cheese. zoegirl: so do i SnowAngel: and not just cheese made in america, but actual orange squares of american cheese. it's the only kind for grilled cheese sandwiches.

The giant crabs, despite their horrifying appearance, became an essential source of food for the sailors.

being a very good and restorative meat," said Fletcher, who compared its taste and texture to lobster.

They made their weapons gleam, and fought a constant, losing battle against protecting their food supply from vermin.

The food represented a considerable investment: 1,252,909 maravedís, nearly as much as the cost of the entire fleet

repasts of hardtack, salted meat, and wine.

One tier consisted of the steward, charged with keeping an eye on the food supply;

The storm had stranded the castaways about seventy miles from the rest of the fleet, without food or wood or fresh water

possibly even food, to drift onto the pebbly beach

They were entitled to meat three days a week, "That is to say on Sundays, Tuesday, and Thursdays.

could provide abundant food, and their thick, glossy, silvery-gray pelts a sorely needed source of warmth in these frigid latitudes.

whose lives depended on the food acquired in the Canaries.

Ho! 'tis the time of salads.

You know how to twirl a good pizza, honey.

I don't eat chicken abortions!

We're committed, as she gets older, to teaching her about her birth culture. And of course she already loves the rice. Actually, it was her first solid food.

He had forgotten that anything could be so tender. He breaks the bun open, revealing glossy bits of pork and glaze, a secret red heart. When he puts it to his mouth, it is like a kiss: sweet and salty and warm.

the school kitchen had been like the land of the giants, everything economy-sized: rolls of tinfoil half a mile long, jars of mayonnaise big enough to hold his head. His mother was in charge of bringing the world down to scale, chopping melons into dice-sized cubes, portioning pats of butter onto saucers to accompany each roll.

Then she took a piece of bread from the loaf in the bread box, spread it with butter and sprinkled it thickly with sugar, and set it in the oven until the sugar had melted to a bubbling, golden caramel.