Ordinary folk prefer familiar tastes – they’d sooner eat the same things all the time – but a gourmet would sample a fried park bench just to know how it tastes.

Give a man a fish, and you’ll feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, and he’ll buy a funny hat. Talk to a hungry man about fish, and you’re a consultant.

Well, good Christ, how was I supposed to know all that, Hannah? Who looks into the fine points when he’s hungry? I’m eight years old and chocolate pudding happens to get me hot. All I...

Being a chef is like going back in time, … You are tasting and preparing food you originally ate as a child.

Jennifer Anne had prepared some complicated-looking recipe involving chicken breasts stuffed with sweet potatoes topped with a vegetable glaze. They looked perfect, but it was the kind of dish where you just knew someone had...

Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage.

I’ve long believed that good food, good eating, is all about risk. Whether we’re talking about unpasteurized Stilton, raw oysters or working for organized crime ‘associates,’ food, for me, has always been an adventure

HOSPITALITY, n. The virtue which induces us to feed and lodge certain persons who are not in need of food and lodging.

Daddy, how come in Kansas City the bagels taste like just round bread?

Life has no meaning any more does it? The wine has no taste, the food sickens you, there seems no reason for any of it, does there? But what if I could give it back...

Watching Italians eat (especially men, I have to say) is a form of tourism the books don’t tell you about. They close their eyes, raise their eyebrows into accent marks, and make sounds of acute...

Hunger of the heart is much stronger than hunger for food.

How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?

To me, chocolate was the sole reason we on this earth.

When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.

Dog’s just want to sniff an ass and eat some food.

What I got out of church was a love of God, and a detestable feeling for the men standing in the way of Him—and the buffet in the banquet hall. Stand aside—I’m starving!

I wish my stove came with a Save As button like Word has. That way I could experiment with my cooking and not fear ruining my dinner.

She’s beautiful, but she’s also got brains. I’ll bet zombies would love to eat out of her skull like a bowl of Jell-O that had an IQ of 180—which is absurd, because the last bowl...

I had a dream about you. You were hungry, so I made you a binocular sandwich, which is peeping power between two slices of bread. You were a hungry pervert, so I thought it perfect.

Dinner was good. The conversation was great, but the food was bad, so it averaged out. I wish I were as good in bed as I am in the kitchen.

I’ve supped on potatoes and groats and am waiting to be sick. How about you?I supped like the Lord in Heaven.’and what does the Lord in Heaven have for supper?’Nothing.

Like pets, I name my leftover food. Only I name them all after myself, partly so my coworkers won’t eat them in the fridge, but mostly out of vanity.

Out of love I made you a cake. Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.

Madame Altamont was leaving for a holiday. With her characteristic concern for propriety and orderliness, she emptied her refrigerator and gave the left-overs to the concierge: two ounces of butter, a pound of fresh green...

Tell me you love me like you mean it, and tell me while your mouth is full of food.

I could scarf down a scarf faster than I could eat any other throat warmer, with the possible exception of your clenched hands around my neck.

Fish strips—where food meets getting naked. My love is also nourishing and nude, and if you want to see it, you’re going to have to get in line with the rest of the starving perverts.

I have a chip on my shoulder. It’s a nacho, not a sense of bitterness.

Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.

You go to the back lines where Baptist teams from Bolivar, and later Bartlett, were prepping the food. Fill the cart with meals, go back and clean up utensils, pick up more meals for the...

Jaja, sa Edevart og nikket, jeg forstår at du er kjær i hende.Jeg må vel være, svarte August. Når jeg ser hende om morgningen så går jeg som i en skodde til middags, jeg spiser...

A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.

But if you’re gonna dine with them cannibalsSooner or later, darling, you’re gonna get eaten . . .

There ain’t no point in making soup unless others eat it. Soup needs another mouth to taste it, another heart to be warmed by it.

Food for her is not food, it is terror, dignity, gratitude, vengeance, joyfulness, humiliation, religion, history, and, of course, love. As if the fruit she always offered us were picked from the destroyed brances of...

Taken slowly, or mindfully, even eating an orange or a bowl of soup, or a small piece of dark chocolate for that matter, can take on the flavor or prayer.

Rebecca is a Northerner. You can tell because there aren’t any cheese straws on the snack table.

I learned a long time ago with you that folks who were trying to be kind would rather do it with a macaroni-and-cheese bake than any personal involvement. You hand off a serving dish and...

It’s brutal out there. A bear will eat a lactating ewe alive, starting with her udders. as a rule, animals in the wild don’t get good deaths surrounded by their loved ones.

The fact is, I love to feed other people. I love their pleasure, their comfort, their delight in being cared for. Cooking gives me the means to make other people feel better, which in a...

First impression is not the last reflection of a true friend, so if you are head over heels for someone who just bought you a cake, you’d better think twice before devouring your misery.

I just inhaled kimchi ramen. Nose on fire. Next chapter may be obscured by tears.

Sometimes it’s good just to be seduced by the particular cheeses spread out in front of you on a cheese counter.

On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in bowl.

…the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows…

To most Americans, a dog is a potential mate. To some Chinese, a dog is potential meat.

If (casinos) don’t see it reflected in gaming they’ll see it reflected in food and beverage, reflected in retail.

Vegans have a way of circling every conversation back to food, much like born-again Christians have a way of returning every conversation to the scripture.

Ethically, she couldn’t cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious.