My favorite dessert is banana pudding.

What goes on between a man and his missus is nobody’s business; especially where desert toppin’s involved.

Dessert is to a meal what a dress is to a woman.

Sure I eat my feelings, but I save the emotional roller coaster for dessert

I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again—why I always noticed and remembered...

I’m not a vegetarian! I’m a dessertarian!

As one who appreciated the tragic side of eating, it seemed to him that anything other than fruit for dessert implied a reprehensible frivolity, and cakes in particular ended up annihilating the flavour of quiet...

If that’s the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake,” Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, “I’m all for fighting tyranny and oppression.

Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn’t explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from...

One should not have to walk into a restaurant and greet the staff to get good service. They should be greeting me and give me good service.

He looks at you like you’re crème brûlée.

My kitchen sink has no truck attached. My love needs a waterproof suitcase in these Days of Desert and Dessert. Who are you going to come running to when the Ice Cream Man melts?

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense...

For dessert I ate a desert. It was sandy, and so was the name of the woman I ate dinner with. She had a dry sense of humor, and that is why I wore a...

I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.

Death is a poison parsley on a dessert wine.

When I’m not longer rapping, I want to open up an ice cream parlor and call myself Scoop Dogg. Snoop Dogg.

I am starting to think that maybe memories are like this dessert. I eat it, and it becomes a part of me, whether I remember it later or not.

I was thinking of murder, mutilation and dessert like Ignacia Sandoval’s instructions for delectable empanadas made of minced mother-in-law’s tongue (said to induce peace and harmony in your household), or the gonads of your cheating...

I wasn’t going to have dessert, but it was right there, all gooey and sweet. It’s like sex. I mean, when it’s right there, what are you supposed to do? I wasn’t going to have...

You can tell a lot about a fellow’s character by his way of eating jellybeans.

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.

Some people prefer eating dessert to the main course. These people have never been really hungry.