Nicole Byer Quotes

If there are fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on the table, I won't say no to those. Soy sauce is another one, even though it's awful - it's so high in sodium.

It's weird because before a race, I always want something sweet, like a cake, but afterwards, I crave something salty, like pizza.

I like really sharp flavors, and I like contrasts. Something sweet and sour at the same time is a big win.

If I had to give up cheese or chocolate, I'd give up chocolate in a heartbeat.

I love all kinds of bread. Whenever I crave junk food, I want salty things like peanuts or potato chips.

I'm definitely a serial entrepreneur and a serial snacker. And when it comes to snacks, I'm more of a salty snacker, though I've been known to have a craving for sweets from time to time.

The danger of growing up surrounded by endless sweet and salty industrial concoctions is not that we are innately incapable of resisting them but that the more frequently we eat them, especially in childhood, the more they train us to expect all food to taste this way.

I wouldn't say I am the type of girl who craves Doritos, but I definitely love a good cupcake sometimes. Or a croissant in the morning.

There is no right or wrong way to pair or prepare a dessert. Follow your instincts, edit, and taste-tweak-taste until you get it just right!

I love chocolate in any form, be it cookies, cakes or milkshakes.

One can't be too dangerous, if they like to eat pancakes. Especially with jam on it.

Foreigners cannot enjoy our food, I suppose, any more than we can enjoy theirs. It is not strange; for tastes are made, not born. I might glorify my bill of fare until I was tired; but after all, the Scotchman would shake his head and say, 'Where's your haggis?' and the Fijan would sigh and say, 'Where's your missionary?'

A good, stinky French cheese or a good Stilton. These are things I really, really love. Dessert I can obviously live without.

Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

I don't like the grilled onions for some reason. I like regular, crispy, stinky onions.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

I miss Manchester, especially the apple crumble and custard they served at Carrington after training.

I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.

My tastes in what I eat at home would be very familiar to most people who cook for families. I just organize those things a little bit differently.

When I was five, I am told, and asked what my favorite things in the world were, I answered, smoked salmon and Bach.

The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Caviar used to be my drug of choice, but since my husband is on a no-salt diet, I've kind of given it up. I still have dreams of sitting down and gorging, though. I love it with a good vodka; I don't like it with champagne.

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?