Someone needs your actions to inspire his actions. Never forget, your little broken cake is someone’s daily meal! Care to share you little cake!

When i was a child, i liked tasting any candy i happened to see, but as i grew older, i realized those are a great meal to the worms in my innards. Will you shun...

Dinner was a riot, but the food was bland, so I doused it with pepper spray. The chef wanted to protest, but he didn’t, because I had the pepper spray.

If kids six and under eat free, then I’m an infant. Or at least infantile. Bring on the steaks.

The best meals are those prepared by loving hands.

I went to a potluck. I brought my own pot—and luck. The pot was empty, just like my promise to bring food the next time.

Revenge is a dish best served . . . At every meal.

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.

Give thinking the opportunity to be your everyday meal; you get nourished by the best success nutrients. You will never be deficient!

To make my meal in a box taste better, I decided to tweak the logo, rather than the ingredients.

The mid-day meal is a well-intentioned scheme and has to be implemented effectively.

You don’t command your plate to provide you with food and it does. And you don’t have to get bored if it doesn’t. Whatever has to drop into the plate must pass through your head!

What two sides do I want with my dinner? The left and the right side.

..no meal is good enough to justify all the money and effort wasted in preparing it. It is an illusion and an expense. Live as I do, undeceived.

An upside down umbrella is a soup bowl. The next time it’s raining dinner, I’ll be there, and I’ll bring an extra spoon for you.

You’ll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I’ll beworking pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o’clock.

You don’t need a prophet to wake you up from your bed; you need no archbishop to describe the size of your spoon for you. Remember, you are in the center of management of your...

The best part about a murder mystery dinner, of course, is the dinner. I make a killer Bubble and squeak, if you know what I mean. The mystery, of course, is what’s in the dinner.

I have come to the conclusion that just as the Japanese live to work, Asians live to eat.

I do know what my first meal in the next world would be… Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, heavy on everything.

After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary’s first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window...

My love is like leftovers, and her image is the original meal. I should have eaten it all in one sitting.

There are restaurants you can go in and pay $100 a person for a meal. I get as much satisfaction out of paying $25.

But it doesn’t matter because, look, here come the waiters. They are scraping away the debris with their little horn and steel blades, pulled with studied grace from the hidden pockets of their white aprons....

As a kid, I got three meals a day. Oatmeal, miss-a-meal and no meal.

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...

I’m too busy to chew. That’s why I blend all my meals into smoothies, and I make love as slowly as ice cream melts in the Sahara.

The shared meal elevates eating from a mechanical process of fueling the body to a ritual of family and community, from the mere animal biology to an act of culture.

Never fear to lose your three square meal per day if that will cause you to be a fan of the truth. Never fear to have a decrease in the number of your friends if...

We made love like a goat has four legs like a table. If your dining room table can walk, it’s best to eat while sitting in wheelchairs.

Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don’t be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.

Two become one when two are in love—or when the waitress asks about our dinner bill. I’ll pay next time, I promise.

Nearly everyone wants as least one outstanding meal a day.