Quotes About Hospitality

We ate till we were tired out from eating, which is the way people in South Carolina eat at family reunions.

handed me a drying towel. "You

An Irani serves the simplest of menus: tea, coffee, bread and butter (always Polson), salted biscuits, cakes, hard bread, buttered buns, hard-boiled eggs, buns with mincemeat, berry pilaf, and mutton biryani.

Traitez bien les prisonniers, nourissez-les comme vos propres soldats, afin qu'il se trouvent mieux chez vous qu'ils ne l'étaient dans leur propre camp ou dans leur patrie. (article II)

Not being a big one for having friends, I had no idea what I was going to do with Aubrey, you know, to entertain him.

Want to sleep over? Absolutely.

Reilly won't have a problem taking us in?" she asked. He shook his head. "This is Fool's Gold. We look out for each other." His mouth curved in a smile. "I may be forced to bunk down in the barn, but you'll all be treated like honored guests.

Of course we can bring food

My house feels like home when you're there.

Lucy settled into August's kitchen as if they were a family.

Feed your friends, and their mouths will be too full to gossip, Bubbie used to say. Feed your enemies, and they'll become your friends.

She passed out plates loaded with her signature melt-away brisket crusted with the smoky candy of the fire, links she'd crafted in partnership with a sustainable ranch up near Point Reyes, butter-dipped smoked portobellos, and impossibly tender ribs smothered in her artisanal sauces. Her best sides were on display---cornbread, moist as pudding, from her mother's private recipe collection, beans and greens, peppery jicama slaw, and her signature hummingbird cake for dessert.

Never let anyone tell you that food isn't a kind of love. Yet

They each took a plate and helped themselves to a feast that looked as if it had been prepared for a magazine layout. There was a salad sprinkled with fresh flowers- Isabel said they were baby pansies, nasturtium and angelica. The spread included plates of artisan cheeses and raw and grilled vegetables, big chafing dishes of fragrant casseroles, berries and apples with a variety of sauces, an array of local wines and water from Calistoga. The abundance was almost overwhelming to Tess.

She made them honey butter fried chicken and buttermilk biscuits the way her mother had taught her, with White Lily flour and the butter shredded on a box grater. She served charred eggplant with cilantro pesto, polenta pasticciata, grilled corn, and fried dill pickles.

A parade of servers came through with domed platters of incredible food---handmade Chinese dumplings and dim sum shaped like tiny pomegranates and tangerines, gorgeously presented noodles in every color of the rainbow, and dishes with ingredients Natalie could only guess at. A red tea called Da Hong Pao was served, and one of the people at the table said it was so rare that it couldn't be bought for any price but had to be received as a gift.

Setting out some honey shortbread cookies to go with the lemonade, she flashed on memories of her grandmother, offering refreshments to anyone who was lucky enough to come through the kitchen door. As a working farm, Bella Vista was always busy with workers, some seasonal and others permanent. 'In my kitchen, everyone is family,' Bubbie used to say, beaming as the orchard workers, mechanics or gardeners gladly wolfed down her baked goods.

Gentlemen are often invited to stay in other people's houses. Rooms hardly ever are.

In peacetime some sort of introduction is generally required to make a person's acquaintance; in war a small eatable will perform the same office.

The beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite

Mr Norrell was very well pleased. Lord Liverpool was exactly the sort of guest he liked – one who admired the books but shewed no inclination to take them down from the shelves and read them.

In familiar surroundings our manners are cheerful and easy, but only transport us to places where we know no one and no one knows us, and Lord! how uncomfortable we become!

It seems they are more open to responding to invitations than we are to making invitations.

Well, food's always the way to anybody's heart, I think, guy or girl.