Quotes About Food

As if no one knew what to do in the face of such tragedy except to make the heaviest, heartiest, most prosaic dish they could, to give the bereaved something solid to hold on to.

??in en korkunç yan?, çocuklar?n neden aç kald?klar?n?, niçin yiyecek bulamad?klar?n? anlayamamas?.

Hunger is the best sauce in the world.

You understand that Mauve and turquois are not food items, but that they're colors.

randomly around her plate. I said later: at least no ham, no pork, no shrimp mousse, no trayf. But Harry, she said, veal to me is like a frozen scream.

I'll have an Irish banquet waiting for you — a bottle of Guinness and a bologna sandwich.

and Russell told me that he comes down to Philly a lot to pick up prosciutto bread. That's bread made with prosciutto and mozzarella baked in it. You

I told him about the macaroni hanging out on the line like laundry to dry on Sunday in Catania. Sometimes he'd invite me to eat with him and we'd talk a little Italian.

Maize had an equivalent impact on much of the rest of the world after Columbus introduced it to Europe. Central Europeans became especially hooked on it; by the nineteenth century, maize was the daily bread of Serbia, Rumania, and Moldavia. So

food and water can be thought of as a flow—or, more precisely, a critical-zone flow, a current with a volume that must be maintained. By contrast, fossil fuels are like a stock, a fixed amount of a good. Few dispute that the flow of food and water could be interrupted, with terrible effects. But people have disagreed for a century and a half—since the days of Pithole—about whether the world has an adequate stock of fossil fuels.

The king who has the broad bean does not have one whole wafer. (Le roi qui a la fève - N'a la galette entière.)

A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings.

Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism, are all very good words for the lips: especially prunes and prism.

You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

Boiled beef and greens constitute the day's variety on the former repast of boiled pork and greens; and Mrs. Bagnet serves out the meal in the same way, and seasons it with the best of temper: being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better; and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her.

Meat, ma'am, meat.

A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!

There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavour, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish), they hadn't ate it all at last!

Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.

It was a glorious supper. There was kippered salmon, and Finnan haddocks, and a lamb's head, and a haggis—a celebrated Scotch dish, gentlemen, which my uncle used to say always looked to him, when it came to table, very much like a Cupid's stomach—and a great many other things besides, that I forget the names of, but very good things, notwithstanding.

Charles, throughout his imprisonment, had had to pay heavily for his bad food, and for his guard, and towards the living of the poorer prisoners.

How many crumpets, at a sittin', do you think 'ud kill me off at once?" says the patient. "I don't know," says the doctor. "Do you think half-a-crown's wurth 'ud do it?" says the patient. "I think it might," says the doctor.

Možda si ti kakav neprobavljeni komad govedine, žli?ica gor?ice, grumen?i? sira, polovica nedokuhana krumpira. Ti imaš više veze sa drobom nego sa grobom, ma tko da bio!