Quotes About Delicious

A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.

Who doesn't like a nice Belgian waffle?

Regardless of whether you prefer your waffle light golden or dark brown, it should be crisp on the outside and light and fluffy on the inside.

I still think an Egg McMuffin is the best breakfast.

I like breakfast all day, any day.

I'm a sucker for bacon waffles - they're to die for.

Would Hamlet have felt the delicious fascination of suicide if he hadn't had an audience, and lines to speak?

Stuffing is my favorite food in the world! I actually have been known to go buy stuffing and make it in the middle of summer.

My favourite area of Milano is by the canons - I go to an authentic Italian restaurant around there on a Sunday for delicious food.

The Bog Kingdom. Bidding him enter! Ah, enter! There, all wishes are fulfilled. The more forbidden, the more delicious.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Who wants avocado?

Fluffernutter

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

Il faudrait réactiver cette chose délicieuse qui consiste à réfléchir sans se croire obligé d'accrocher au bout de sa pensée une opinion... on est devenu un lecteur mou en réflexion, mais dur en opinion.

It's simple and delicious. So quit being such a snob.

I don't like gourmet cooking or "this" cooking or "that" cooking. I like good cooking.

If I had to narrow my choice of meats down to one for the rest of my life, I am quite certain that meat would be pork.

Bacon-Fried Chicken

Don't pay any attention to her," Harriet said to her sister, between her teeth. "Old bitch." Hely had never heard Harriet swear before. A wicked shiver of pleasure fluttered down the back of his neck. "Bitch," he repeated, more audibly, the bad word delicious on his tongue.

I was filled with such a dangerous delicious intoxication that I could have walked straight off the steps into the air, climbing on the strength of my own drunkeness into the stars. And the intoxication, as I knew even then, was the recklessness of infinite possibility.

the southern gothic trappings, the rumors and whispers, were too delicious to ruin with the winter wind of truth.

macaroni au gratin.

Ainsley Harriott