Quotes About Food

I love food, and my girlfriend comes from an architecture background, so we might open up a restaurant.

I want to open a restaurant.

Chefs are fond of hyperbole, so they can certainly talk that way. But on the whole, I think they probably have a more open mind than most people.

I openly admit it: I am a diva with my food.

My fridge is full of super foods to keep my brain operating at maximum efficiency!

I'm a good operator: good with food and good with math.

I'm not a mad, crazy foodie. But I have strong opinions and I know a lot about food.

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks.

One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

In every sphere of life, form is the beginning of things. […] Forms are the food of faith, cried Newman in one of those great moments of sincerity that made us admire the know the man. […] The Creeds are believed, not because they are rational, but because they are repeated.

At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.

Have some bread and butter. The bread and butter is for Gwendolen. Gwendolen is devoted to bread and butter.

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. 

I hate people who are not serious about meals.  It is so shallow of them.

Good heavens! Lane! Why are there no cucumber sandwiches? I ordered them specially. Lane. [Gravely.] There were no cucumbers in the market this morning, sir. I went down twice. Algernon. No cucumbers! Lane. No, sir. Not even for ready money.

It was my Uncle George who discovered alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

Between an egg that is fried and an egg that is cremated there is a wide and substantial difference.

I wonder the food didn't turn to ashes in our mouths! Eggs! Muffins! Sardines! All wrung from the bleeding lips of the starving poor! Oh, I say! What a beastly idea!... Jeeves came in to clear away, and found me sitting among the ruins. It was all very well for Comrade Butt to knock the food, but he had pretty well finished the ham; and if you had shoved the remainder of the jam into the bleeding lips of the starving poor it would hardly have made them sticky.

He's such a dear, Mr. Garnet. A beautiful, pure, bred Persian. He has taken prizes. He's always taking something - generally food.

Have you ever seen a man, woman, or child who wasn't eating an egg or just going to eat an egg or just coming away from eating an egg? I tell you, the good old egg is the foundation of daily life. Stop the first man you meet in the street and ask him which he'd sooner lose, his egg or his wife, and see what he says!

the first thing a doctor does when you tell him you are going to a house where there's a French cook is to put you on a diet.

How would this do you, Bingo? I said at length. A few plovers' eggs to weigh in with, a cup of soup, a touch of cold salmon, some cold curry, and a splash of gooseberry tart and cream with a bite of cheese to finish? I don't know that I had expected the man actually to scream with delight, though I had picked the items from my knowledge of his pet dishes, but I had expected him to say something.

I ate cheese gravely.