Quotes About Delicious

Miss Child is never bashful with butter.

Chex mix is this wonderful crunch that you just can't get enough of.

I love perfumes. Every morning when my girlfriend and I come down to the courtyard in our block of flats we're assailed by the most delicious scent - jasmine round a doorway. It almost makes me swoon.

cream of banana soup

I love really good food and I don't ever want to spend too much for it, but I like hanging out and having really good, tasty, interesting food.

How is it?" Madeleine asked with a condescending smile. "Delicious. Want some?" "I don't eat things that once had a heartbeat." "That's what he said," I mumbled around the food.

I like making pies. I have a bunch of fruit trees in my backyard. My loquat tree sprouted, and I like making loquat pie. They're really hard to peel and everything, and it took me forever, but they make the best pies. They're amazing.

cream-cheese-and-olive-on-rye-bread mini-sandwich.

Tabitha Trumbull's Vanilla Bread Pudding

Tabitha Trumbull's Cowboy Cookies

Aunt Ibby's Peanut Butter Banana Smoothie (Aunt Ibby calls it "The Elvis")

AUNT IBBY'S GINGER PANCAKES WITH LEMON SAUCE

TABITHA TRUMBULL'S GRAPE-NUTS PUDDING

Aunt Ibby's Never-Fail Meringue

Marie's Butterfinger Cookies

ginger pancakes with orange sauce.

Guac is guac and while sometimes it's slimy and disgusting, it's never delicious.

hunger now seemed a prolongation of physical well-being, a delicious drowsiness.

The meringues were large and white and brittle as coral and stuffed to overflowing with cream.

Bacon is never wrong.

Try the tenderloin. It's fucking awesome. And the lamb, too. Oh, and the mashed potatoes. Skip the salad. Waste of chewing.

the loneliness…the "inexpressibly delicious sensation of this memory - for as memories are older they're like wine rarer, till if you find a real old memory, one of infancy, not an established often tasted one but a brand new one, it would taste better than the Napoleon brandy Stendhal himself must have stared at…

I made love to her in the sweetness of the weary morning. Then, two tired angels of some kind, hung-up forlornly in an LA shelf, having found the closest and most delicious thing in life together, we fell asleep and slept till late afternoon.

I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that's practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of course.