White people are drawn to farmer’s markets like moths to a flame. In fact, white people have such strong instincts that if you release a white person into a random Saturday morning they will return to you with a reusable bag full of fruits and vegetables.
Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.
I like bread, and I like butter - but I like bread with butter best.
I finally figured out the big, elusive secret to weight loss. Don't eat! Who knew?
Oh my lovely princess,Raoden whispered. You probably mean well, but handing these people food is the worst thing you could do to them. -Brandon Sanderson(Elantris)
No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.
I can't be a cream puff.
Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking about food?
Would it really be so bad if you slowed your life down even a teensy bit? If you took charge of the ingredients of your food instead of letting corporations stuff you and your family, like baby birds, full of sugar, corn products, chemicals, and meat from really, really unhappy animals?
People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.
Kissing don't last: cookery do !
As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?
If you are able to introduce a white person to a new cheese, it's like introducing them to a future spouse.
The elevator shaft was a kind of heat sink. Hot food was cold by the time it arrived. Cold food got colder. No one knew what would happen to ice cream, but it would probably involve some rewriting of the laws of thermodynamics.
And if that weren't bad enough, the next sound he heard was a loud click. The damned woman had locked him out. She'd taken all the food and locked him out. You'll pay for this! he yelled at the door. Do be quiet, came the muffled reply. I'm eating.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G. Sausages.
I hate the notion of a secret recipe. Recipes are by nature derivative and meant to be shared - that is how they improve, are changed, how new ideas are formed. To stop a recipe in it's tracks, to label it secret just seems mean.
My favourite food is cake. What kind of cake? It doesn't matter. All cake.
Invest in what's real. Clean as you go. Drink while you cook. Make it fun. It doesn't have to be complicated. It will be what it will be.
Falling in love with humans is like walking into a pantry and realizing you're trapped in it without Whip Cream, and Cherries.