Quotes About Food

It's very clear that there's a lot of double standards going on. Should there be a 30mph speed limit? Of course there bloody should. And certainly with kids and school food, kids need to be nannied for sure. So give them a bloody good meal at school.

If you can eat with mates or friends or family, I mean, it's such a brilliant thing isn't it? If you feel really rubbish and you have a nice bit of food it makes you feel good, you know?

Preheat the oven to full whack.

If you are a human being, it's in your DNA to want bacon.

Según las enseñanzas Zen, cada vez que comemos ingerimos la energía vital de incontables seres. La comida en nuestro plato es producto del sol, la tierra, la lluvia, los insectos que polinizaron las plantas y de muchas personas, como labradores, camioneros y tenderos.

There is no such thing as too many deviled eggs.

The notion of whether there would be some kind of organization in this potluck deal? Shouldn't somebody get on the phone and call the guest list? What if they ended up with too many deviled eggs? 'There is no such thing as too many deviled eggs,' said Cynthia.

I've supped on potatoes and groats and am waiting to be sick. How about you? I supped like the Lord in Heaven.' and what does the Lord in Heaven have for supper?' Nothing.

Being Southern isn't talking with an accent...or rocking on a porch while drinking sweet tea, or knowing how to tell a good story. It's how you're brought up -- with Southerners, family (blood kin or not) is sacred; you respect others and are polite nearly to a fault; you always know your place but are fierce about your beliefs. And food along with college football -- is darn near a religion.

Marshmallow Man dressed in Pepto-Bismol.

It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.

we are much better at admitting that humans infect nature than we are at admitting that nonhumanity infects culture, for the latter entails the blasphemous idea that nonhumans—trash, bacteria, stem cells, food, metal, technologies, weather—are actants more than objects. Latour

after all your talk of food … you're still hungry after all your talk of clothes … you're still cold eating rice is what fills your belly wearing clothes is what keeps you warm without really thinking it through you grumble that the way to find Buddha is difficult look inside your heart … there's Buddha don't look for him outside your self —HAN SHAN, The View from Cold Mountain

Someday we shall look back on this dark era of agriculture and shake our heads. How could we have ever believed that it was a good idea to grow our food with poisons?

Well," Fred said. "Gotta go. You two come by for dinner soon. I'll barbecue something." Where Fred was concerned, that probably meant he'd shoot something first, then barbecue it, but that was fine by Tony. He'd eat barbecued yak if it meant being a part of this family

The lamb melted on my tongue, and when I swallowed, it left little fireworks in its wake, a burst of citrus and chili and garlic and what seemed a dozen more subtle tastes as well.

It's as though I keep reliving the loss, not just Bryce's death, but my accident. Every time change drops by and wants to be fed, I wonder if I'll have enough or if it'll eat me out of house and home." "Grief's ravenous, isn't it? I suppose that's where the emptiness comes from, and we keep trying to fill it with Ã¢â'¬Â¦ food and blame, irritations and what all. Keeping busy.

Firekeeper still could not understand the human penchant for eating in company. Even less so, she could not understand the human desire to combine business and meals. True, a wolf pack shared a kill, but not from any great desire to do so—rather because any who departed the scene would be unlikely to get a share... She struggled...not to bolt her food and almost always remembered that growling when a person spoke to you was not a proper response.

What is the first thing we should put away when we get home—the ice cream or the orange juice? You decide.

All of a sudden there was a scampering sound. A small furry hand grabbed my food. The hand had fingernails just like mine, and they were just as dirty. The monkey-thief was fast. He didn't even look back as he shot back up the tree to enjoy my lunch. Another rhesus monkey reached into my day-sack, and cantered away awkwardly with a bigger prize.

More than a food, the pickle was a kind of drug for tenement children, who were still too young for whiskey.

FDR recoiled from the plebeian food foisted on him as president; perhaps no dish was more off-putting to him than what home economists referred to as "salads," assemblages made from canned fruit, cream cheese, gelatin, and mayonnaise.

The Italians arrived with a strong musical tradition; they also had their faith. But food was their cultural touchstone, their way of defying the critics, of tolerating the slurs and all of the other injustices. It was their way of being Italian.

The food authorities who led America through the Depression were overwhelmingly white, Anglo-Saxon women. Not unreasonably, their ideas about food reflected where they came from, culturally speaking. Who but a WASP could think up a diet based around milky chowders and creamed casseroles?