In my food world, there is no fear or guilt, only joy and balance. So no ingredient is ever off-limits. Rather, all of the recipes here follow my Usually-Sometimes-Rarely philosophy. Notice there is no Never.
She felt about her zester the way some women do about a pair of spiky red shoes--a frivolous splurge, good only for parties, but oh so lovely.
We generally accept that it's natural for carnivorous wild animals to kill other animals in order to live. But people don't often think (or even know) about the extraordinary and unnatural suffering that humans inflict on the animals that we freely harvest for food, with the help of modern high technology and the animal food sciences.
People think that food cheers you up, that a doughnut cures all ills, but this only works for trivial complaints. When real disaster strikes, food chokes you.
Food is, for me, for everybody, a very sexual thing and I think I realised that quite early on. I still cannot exaggerate how just putting a meal in front of somebody is really more of a buzz for me than anything. And I mean anything. Maybe that goes back to trying to please my dad, I don't know. It's like parenting in a way I suppose.
I like rice. Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2000 of something.
Anisette! You will eat your food, not demonstrate aerial warfare across the table with it.
we ask for too much salvation by legislation. All we need to do is empower individuals with the right philosophy and the right information to opt out en masse. (quoting Joel Salatin)
Nobody knows the truffles I've seen.
When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.
I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.
Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.
A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.
What do you think, Galen? Lady Fern asked in a sugary voice. Galen chewed slowly and painfully, swallowing tentatively. It's very unique, he said, trying to look intrigued instead of disgusted. It's excellent. Lady Fern looked satisfied and turned to say something to her husband, while Galen added quietly under his breath, ...not. --The Fire Stone
You may receive a pie, eat it and forget. You may receive champagne, drink it and forget. But when you receive a book, you can open it again and again.
Most folks don't have but a few days to a week's worth of food in their houses at any given time. When they run out, they'll have to forage. Only the fools will forage in town. The smart ones will look on the outskirts.
...having bowed to the inevitability of the dictum that we must eat to live, we should ignore it and live to eat...
Almost anything is edible with a dab of French mustard on it.
Seating themselves on the greensward, they eat while the corks fly and there is talk, laughter and merriment, and perfect freedom, for the universe is their drawing room and the sun their lamp. Besides, they have appetite, Nature's special gift, which lends to such a meal a vivacity unknown indoors, however beautiful the surroundings.