Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?

I made an agreement with the fish. They’d give up their lives, if I’d eat every one that died for me.

To a hungry person, every bitter food is sweet. When the preferable is not available, the available becomes preferable!

A human being is primarily a bag for putting food into; the other functions and faculties may be more godlike, but in point of time they come afterwards. A man dies and is buried, and...

I had a dream about you. You were cooking me dinner, and I was standing by the stove questioning your every move. You found me ungrateful, and I found the number for Chinese takeout. I...

When I sing, it sounds like I’m gargling spaghetti. Is it any wonder that women lust after me and mail me their panties? (Mail to: Jarod Kintz/12358 Fibonacci Way/Jacksonville, Fl 32258)

It was a good thing I recognized you or I might have had a lovely meal of you with some parsley. And potatoes.

Parla come magni,’ It means, ‘Speak the way you eat,’ or in my personal translation: ‘Say it like you eat it.’ It’s a reminder – when you’re making a big deal out of explaining something,...

The radio signal was scrambled, and so were my eggs. I got tired of eating commercial breaks for breakfast.

At the Peabody Hotel, you’ll find two things: a pea and a body. Was it murder by starvation? Come spend the night and decide for yourself.

Stacks of vitamins in a soapy sink. Shh, don’t talk to me while I think. Don’t look while I stuff your yummy dinner down the drain. It was so good I couldn’t bear to eat...

Just because your plate is empty, doesn’t mean your stomach is full. Same with love. Where’s the Romance Buffet?

I ate leftover karate chops, before they could smash through the Styrofoam container holding them.

There was shish-kabob for lunch, huge, savory hunks of spitted meat sizzling like the devil over charcoal after marinating seventy-two hours in a secret mixture Milo had stolen from a crooked trader in the Levant,...

Indigenous foods die when no one learns to cook them.

He looked at the piles of food again, and it was like he was seeing it with new eyes. “This is wrong”, he thought, “Letting food rot while people die of hunger. It’s evil.”….He breathed...

I don’t care what you Yanks say, cheese should not whiz.

Like most humans, I am hungry…our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens...

Good food, fresh water, and an occasional sweet and someone to care for. That’s what everyone should have. A simplistic and unrealistic view I knew, but it soothed me.

You don’t mince words.””Just garlic.

La nora encengué un foc de llenya i un cop fet força caliu hi va posar algunes lloses de pissarra -de llicorella, deien ells- després d’untar-les d’oli copisament. Un cop roents hi estengué els conills...

I just don’t see the point of not eating cheese. I mean, if God didn’t want us to eat cheese, would he have let man invent it?

If ‘¦ they allow to see him and bring him (food) only six times a year, then there is no sense to live there. But if our life there will somehow make things easier for...

According to the surgeon general, obesity today is officially an epidemic; it is arguably the most pressing public health problem we face, costing the health care system an estimated $90 billion a year. Three of...

The food is to die for.

Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

I believe it’s a cook’s moral obligation to add more butter given the chance.

If you’re afraid of butter, use cream.

The cultivation of the mind is a kind of food supplied for the soul of man

I tell Esther she should ease up on lard. There’s no need to mix lard in with Scottie’s rice, chicken, and beans. I tell her she hasn’t read the blogs. I’ve read the blogs. I...

All civilized wo/men are prostitutes: Some sell what’s between their legs; the rest sell what’s between their ears.

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...

he who feeds you, controls you

Anyone who thinks they’re too grown up or too sophisticated to eat caramel corn, is not invited to my house for dinner

So you, too, like fruitcake? (RW on meeting Lenin in Zurich during World War I.)

I’m sorry. I can’t serve him that item,” the waitress said, only somewhat surprising her since she had a pretty good idea why.”Why not?” she found herself asking anyway out of curiosity to see if...

Previous experience had taught me that any expedition marches on its stomach.

It’s the soul that’s starving, not the body

I wondered if full-blooded vampires had something like blue balls for their fangs if they didn’t get to feed when they were expecting to. Like some kind of pseudo-sexual gingivitis.

Once someone tries a real extra virgin — an adult or a child, anybody with taste buds — they’ll never go back to the fake kind. It’s distinctive, complex, the freshest thing you’ve ever eaten....

In another telling anomaly of the meat-grinding business, many of the larger slaughterhouses will sell their product only to grinders who agree to not test their product for E. coli contamination–until after it’s run through...

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman.”[Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson’s cooking.]

Food is really good here, selection is good.

Troy sat down next to Sherri, examining her tray. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked. “I know what went in there.” He smiled, looking mysterious. Troy’s mother worked in the cafeteria.Sherri immediately dropped...

When the watermelons were as large as a child’s head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow.

At last everything was satisfactorily arranged, and I could not help admiring the setting: these mingled touches betrayed on a small scale the inspiration of a poet, the research of a scientist, the good taste...

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.

I love like I’m thirsty. Can I offer you a tall glass of Sahara sand?

What’s on the inside, beneath that sugar? Is it a bug? Is it a booger?

When it was cooler, Trazada made a simple meal of sausage, cheese, and bread. She had schooled herself to wait dinner until hunger urged her to eat; it gave seasoning to poor food that no...