Gastronomic Pleasures Quotes

When I ponder my mind I consistently find It is glued On food.

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

Food ... is the topmost taper on the golden candelabrum of existence.

Bein' rich is having leftovers. Good leftovers make yo' tongue fly outta yo' mouth and smack yo' brains out.

Food - there's no greater gift.

Nothing is more interesting than that something that you eat.

...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.

I can eat everything; chocolate, hamburgers, pizza, go to McDonalds, Burger King, KFC. It's all in my body.

SAUCE, n. The one infallible sign of civilization and enlightenment. A people with no sauces has one thousand vices; a people with one sauce has only nine hundred and ninety-nine. For every sauce invented and accepted a vice is renounced and forgiven.

Do you like to eat things? -I love eating. I list it as a hobby.

If I'm a lush at anything, it's food and drink. I'm not materialistic in any way, but I value food.

Good food is a celebration of life.

When you get to fifty-two food becomes more important than sex.

French women typically think about good things to eat. American women typically worry about bad things to eat.

I'm at an age where I think more about food than I do about sex. Last week I put a mirror over my dining room table.

I am a strong partisan of second causes, and I believe firmly that the entire gallinaceous order has been merely created to furnish our larders and our banquets.

Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.

Oh, womanly sympathy, love AND food?" I said, laughing. "Don't want a lot, do you?

One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.

I have three joys in my life: work, sport and food. All these come in one and do not make a hobby.

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.

I revere the memory of Mr. F. as an estimable man and most indulgent husband, only necessary to mention Asparagus and it appeared or to hint at any little delicate thing to drink and it came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.

Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

I never get tired of talking about food. I do getting tired of fighting governments when they are so clearly not putting the best interest of the children forward.