Quotes About Indulgence

Adrienne snatched an hors d'oeuvre from a passing tray. She had eaten a sausage grinder for family meal but this food was too gorgeous to pass up. She stopped at the buffet table and dipped a crab claw in a lemony mayonnaise. Her champagne was icee cold; it was crisp, like an apple. Across the tent, she saw Darla Parrish and her sister Eleanor standing in front of a table where a man was slicing gravlax.

He was too busy attacking the buffet table- tenderloin, crab claws, gravlax, mushrooms, cherrystones on the half shell. He held one out to Adrienne. "Eat this," he said. "No, thanks." "Come on." "I'm not hungry." "Not hungry?" he said. He piled his plate with Chinese spare ribs. "This food is incredible.

Now that was a dinner party, Marguerite thought. Beef tartare with capers on garlic croutons, moules marineres , and homemade frites , a chicory and endive salad with poached eggs and lardons , and crème caramel.

William Carlos Williams? "This Is Just to Say"—yes, Dabney had always loved that poem. In the years of Agnes's growing up, a copy of the poem had been taped to the refrigerator door. It was an apology poem—forgive me, they were delicious, so sweet and so cold. Box was holding out the plum and a bottle of chilled Perrier with a silly grin on his face. Celerie

This is the Penfolds Bin Eight Cab. It has notes of imitation crabmeat, hot asphalt, and a one-night stand.

The cottage has a Peloton, an espresso machine, and a bottle of tequila on the kitchen table just for you.

How did the best get better? It just did. Every single guest raved about the food. Perfectly seasoned, perfectly cooked, the freshest, the creamiest, the most succulent. The best I've ever had. Adrienne noted it, too, at family meal: the Asian shrimp noodles, the Croque monsieurs, the steak sandwiches with creamy horseradish sauce and crispy Vidalia onion rings.

doesn't enjoy food that is aggressively healthy

Three geese stuffed with apples and onions, served with a Roquefort sauce, stuffing with chestnuts, potato gratin, curried carrots, brussel sprouts with bacon and chives-

Marguerite had compiled a list of places she wanted to visit- this fromagerie in the sixth, this chocolatier, this home-goods store for hand-loomed linens, this wine shop, this purveyor of fennel-studded salami, which they ate on slender ficelles , this butcher for roasted bleu de Bresse .

A man is ruled by appetite and remorse, and I swallowed what I could.

A letter, Sir, cannot waft down your draw-bridges; the spirit of my affection breathed therein cannot disenchant her from the all-powerful spell of your authority. No. And you surely will not forbid an indulgence so endearing to us, while unimportant to yourself.

Good food is also there to satisfy the senses.

It's not simply what you buy," he'd told me as we hovered over Cartier's gleaming glass counters. "It's the whole shopping experience.

Just like a Conn, she thought. Eating everything in sight.

Twill soon be over, and then we can all get good and thoroughly drunk.

Darling, you're ridiculous. Drink.

The coffee's good, dark, redolent. The surface is clotted with broken rainbows. I raise it to my mouth, pause breathing in the steam. Just the smell of it is energy.

If the petty rebellion makes you feel better, Casey, by all means, indulge yourself.

Just remember when temptation comes your way that a boy will drink beyond his means and a man will know when he's had enough." "Yes

There was something irresistible about popcorn.

I don't hate humanity and I'm not interested in people who do. Although, it's funny, actually, some of my favorite writers really do. Like Martin Amis. My dirty secret. 'London Fields' is one of my favorite books ever. And it's indefensible! But he's so funny... I forgive him everything.

And then he only had eyes for the pie. Watch any man, he could be ninety years old and drooling spit, but at the sight of homemade pie every last one of his wits will spring to attention.

The real point of watching television is to forget that you have a brain.