Quotes About Indulgence

Everyone loves a long, slow-cooked stew and with gorgeous roasted vegetables. However, sometimes if you want something light, nothing beats a crispy duck salad.

We all know to eat green vegetables and oily fish, but who does that? I'll have a cake, thanks.

I would make a poor vegetarian because I adore meat.

Variety, multiplicity are the two most powerful vehicles of lust.

When I have red velvet cake, I normally have cream cheese icing.

I'll never turn down a red velvet cupcake.

Would I like to have a red velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting? Yeah, I would.

Red velvet cake is my absolute favorite. It has to be an actual slice of cake, not a cupcake; there's more surface area, so the icing ratio is higher.

Despite my strict, healthy diet when mired within my regular routine, when I venture in a explorative fashion for a meal, it's all out, no-holds barred, dessert, and drinks, the whole nine.

I just remember Stella Tenant and me dancing in Donatella Versace's bathtub until like four in the morning. It was one of those 'pinch me' moments.

It's a cliche, but Americans are puritanical. In their movies, they are scared of sex, but they overindulge in violence. I could have cut a G-rated version of 'Y Tu Mama Tambien' that would have pleased the American ratings board, but it would have been five minutes long.

I'm on my version of the protein diet, but there ain't no protein in it. It's a Krispy Kreme doughnut between two Cinnabons. And you soak it overnight in Red Bull. Then you chase it with a Snickers.

the faster it ran away from me. And I found myself reasoning that perhaps one more beer would unlock the doors of perception

If everyone else in the world were to mysteriously disappear, I would feel irritated about it only because there would be no one to make me doughnuts.

It was as if someone admitted they went through all the bother and mess of sex only in order to smoke a cigarette.

You've made yourself more available than a whore in a Las Vegas casino.

log fire, enjoying tea and crumpets

Whenever I travel to the South, the first thing I do is visit the best barbecue place between the airport and my hotel. An hour or two later I visit the best barbecue place between my hotel and dinner.

As long as I can remember, male candy eaters have been ill-used, misunderstood, and denigrated, in films and on television, as weak, self-indulgent, soft, effeminate, undisciplined, and venal. Most of us have been driven underground. We eat our candy alone and on the sly. We never experience the intimacy of sharing candy with others—unless we have chosen our mates wisely.

Although I get a lot of specialty services like wraps, scrubs, and mustache removal, my favorite is the simple manicure/pedicure. They work on your hands and feet at the same time while you sit in a vibrating chair. I call it the sorority girls version of a threesome.

Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.

Dessert is my reward for having met my goals during the day. Really, dessert is an event rather than a specific item.

This way, when I do have something like special-occasion engagement cake, I can enjoy the whole damn thing without a twinge of remorse. I

I learned to stuff my fears deep down until they form a little ball, keeping the feelings buried under liberal handfuls of cheese and glasses of moderately priced Chardonnay.