Quotes About Food

Mangiare bene o male dipende dalla cultura. Mangiare o non mangiare dipende dal denaro.

Altruism is the kind of pie best eaten with a lot of gravy and little inspection of the kind of kidney it's stuffed with.

You're one funny enchilada

Al contadino non gli far sapere, quanto sia buono il cacio colle pere' –

But how glum he looks now. She threw some daisies at him. Then, after a pause, she added mockingly: It's hunger, my dear. Good Lord, how dependent men are on food!

Food is a major topic of conversation, the author [Dori Sanders] explains. If it weren't for the weather, who died, and food, we wouldn't have any conversation!.

And we will have macaroni and cheese, which is a vegetable in the South, and, one of the best things on earth, a big pot of pinto beans, a massive ham bone swimming in the middle for seasoning.

People used to 'pig out' on fresh produce and home cooking, but today, there are only the pigs, human and otherwise — no produce. Local fruits and vegetables are vanishing, and only occasional barbecue gatherings remain. Frozen foods and fast foods, and melons and strawberries from Mexico, have become staples. Folks aren't eating less (just look at the stomachs hanging over the counters at McDonald's and Taco Bell), but they are eating differently.

Wherever okra points its green tip, Africa has been: 'nuff said.

Nineteenth-century Southern cookbooks almost invariably included receipts for okra.

Food is so central to the South we all like—the Good South of conviviality and generosity and sweet communion.

We're simply operating on the premise that if there's anything your garden-variety Southerner likes to do more than harvesting, preparing, or consuming the region's superlative food and drink, it probably would be talking and writing about the very dishes and libations that have sustained us through this vale of tears for centuries.

Food in the South has always built bridges across political and social chasms impassable by any other medium.

If you put a bit of butter or sour cream on your potato, the release of sugar into the bloodstream is slowed.

A sharp bolt of hunger hit Luther hard. His knees almost buckled, his poker face almost grimaced. For two weeks now his sense of smell had been much keener, no doubt a side effect of a strict diet. Maybe he got a whiff of Mabel's finest, he wasn't sure, but a craving came over him. Suddenly, he had to have something to eat. Suddenly, he wanted to snatch the bag from Kendall, rip open a package, and start gnawing on a fruitcake.

For her, the holidays began in late October and steadily gathered momentum until the big bang, a ten-hour marathon on Christmas Day with four meals and a packed house.

At times scathing, at times caustic and sarcastic, and never for a moment the least bit sympathetic, the judge's sentencing tirade raged for thirty minutes and startled many in the courtroom. Claudia, frail and much thinner after seventeen months of jailhouse food, stood as straight as possible and absorbed the blows. Only once did she seem to waver, as if her knees were losing strength. Never did she shed a tear, nor did she take her eyes off the judge.

Judge loved Chinese food and expected to eat in the den with the humans. Dog food insulted him.

Like Elizabeth, she enjoyed two "courses" at both dinner and supper

You don't spell it, son. You eat it.

Components of a Healthy Diet

When the pig is over-roasted, Huzza for folly O! And the cheese is over-toasted, Huzza for folly O!

Mother doesn't cook, Ignatius said dogmatically, She burns.

I want that Easter Ham. Where's my Thanksgiving Turkey? Miss Trixie snarled