Andrew Gower Quotes

Well, there are certain foods that I prefer not to eat because they're just such a jolt to the system.

Oh, I hate poutine. I tried it once - ugh. It wasn't for me.

I'm somewhat shy about the brutal facts of being a carnivore. I don't like meat to look like animals. I prefer it in the form of sausages, hamburger and meat loaf, far removed from the living thing.

I find that vegetables like butternut squash, which I feel unexcited about as a side dish, I'm thrilled to eat in a soup.

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.

I don't know if I'd want to be comforted, if I'm being honest. If I'm being forced to eat soot, I want to know that somewhere else in the world, someone else has to eat soot as well. I want to know that soot tastes terrible. I don't want to be told that soot's good for the digestion. And of course, by soot, I mean beans.

Every country possesses, it seems, the sort of cuisine it deserves, which is to say the sort of cuisine it is appreciative enough to want. I used to think that the notoriously bad cooking of the English was an example to the contrary, and that the English cook the way they do because, through sheer technical deficiency, they had not been able to master the art of cooking. I have discovered to my stupefaction that the English cook that way because that is the way they like it.

It tastes like somebody stole my wallet. Ya know?

If by that you mean that I dislike celebrity magazines, prefer food to anorexia, refuse to watch TV shows about models, and hate the color pink, then yes. I am proud to be not really a girl.

I'm actually not really a breakfast person.

I don't like to try strange foods. I like to explore different foods, but if you ask me to eat crocodile or frogs... I'm like no. That's where I draw the line.

Taste is acquired. You may have to unlearn a taste for chocolate or ice cream.

It's weird how me and that insect are miles apart in terms of lifestyle, yet we both like a biscuit.

I'm a huge seafood lover; I could cook it everyday.

I'm a vegetarian. You're a what? I don't eat meat. How can you not eat meat? I just don't. He says he does not eat meat. What? No meat? No meat. Steak? No... Chickens! No... And what about the sausage? No, no sausage, no meat! He says he does not eat any meat. Not even sausage? I know! What is wrong with him? What is wrong with you? Nothing, I just don't eat meat!

I do like a little bit of butter to my bread.

How can people say they don't eat eggplant when God loves the color and the French love the name? I don't under'stand.

What is meat for one is not for another--no accounting for fancy.

Sorry I don't eat buffalo.

Very well, I will marry you if you promise not to make me eat eggplant.

I love bacon, but I don't think we need it on everything.

It is not a matter of indifference whether we like oysters or clams, snails or shrimp, if only we know how to unravel the existential significance of these foods.

The Simi gots some barbecue sauce in her bag. It kind of looks like blood if you squint at it the right way. And it don’t coagulate between your teeth like blood or give you them funky burps, not to mention it tastes a lot better too. Especially over that type A stuff. Bleh! I’d rather eat my shoes. But that O-flavored blood…yum! (She straightened and held one finger up in a gesture that strangely reminded him of Smokey the Bear.) And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. (Simi)

Squeamish stomachs cannot eat without pickles.