Quotes About Food

She was too good a cook and I was too faithful a disciple of her art.

The hell with the toilet paper. I'm grabbing the the Steaks. I can always wash my ass, I'm feeding my ass.

God made food; the devil the cooks.

Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

Though their life was modest, they believed in eating well.

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.

He sopped other dies of bread in the gravy and ate piece after piece of kidney.

If we could only live on good food like that, he said to her somewhat loudly, we wouldn't have the country full of rotten teeth and rotten guts. Living in a bogswamp, eating cheap food and the streets paved with dust, horsedung and consumptives' spits.

He scraped a pork chop and two eggs out of the frying pan and slid them off the spatula onto a plate. "You sure you don't want any?" "You know how much grease is in that stuff?" "That's why I've never had problems with arthritis. The grease in your food oils your joints and your connective tissue. Nobody in my family has ever had arthritis." "Because they didn't live long enough," I replied.

The waiter brought him a bowl of gumbo. Clete dipped the end of his po'boy sandwich into the bowl and began eating, drinking from his Bloody Mary, filling his mouth with French bread, oysters, lettuce and tomatoes, red sauce, and mayonnaise, stopping only long enough to wipe his chin with a white napkin.

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My brothers and sisters were my best friends, but when it came to food, they were my enemies.

Tomato peelin' start late this year. Meanwhiles we got to eat.

Huh - Why is Max in the kitchen? Dr.Martinez: We're cooking. Gazzy: She's just keeping you company, right? Dr.Martinez: No, she's cooking. Nudge: Cooking...food? Max: Yes, I'm cooking food, and it's great, and you're going to eat it, you twerps!

Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.

Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.

We know," Nudge said apologetically. "It's just—she's going to make sweet potatoes with raisins and little marshmallows on top.

Because frying bacon is how we stoic Irishmen say I love you.

Each person here, except me, was living out his worst nightmare, facing his biggest fear—even the dog. It was under a counter, staring horror-stricken at a bowl of generic dog food. I

Anne is quite the animal lover," Fang said to me as we followed Angel. "Horses, sheep, goats. Chickens. Pigs." "Yeah," I said. "I wonder who's for dinner?

We might be forced to eat raw s'mores

I thought we'd whip up some French toast," says Uncle Frankie. "Should I plug in the toaster?" asks Gaynor.

Anybody else still hungry?" I asked. "I need a quick candy break." "Not me," said Tommy. "I ate all those little finger sandwiches, which, when you think about it, is kind of a gross name for food. I mean, who wants to eat a sandwich with a finger in it?" "You