I like eating pepperoni. I heat it up in the microwave and then I let it roast and then I eat it with cheese.
I'm a salami writer. I try to write good salami, but salami is salami.
I never met a cold cut I didn't like.
I cannot go to Montreal without going to Beauty's, my favorite place for breakfast, where I have the Mish-Mash omelet with hot dogs, salami, eggs, green peppers, and onions, and the best banana bread in the world. It's legendary!
I do two cups of coffee with a little bit of raw sugar and soy creamer, and then I do a bowl of plain oatmeal with walnuts and blueberries. Now, if I could do what I really wanted to do with my life, every morning I would have a salami-and-cheese omelet with hash browns and a buttermilk biscuit - and pancakes. But my heart would explode.
As life's pleasures go, food is second only to sex. Except for salami and eggs. Now that's better than sex, but only if the salami is thickly sliced.
To eat the boiled head of a pig sliced like salami is very strange. It may seem cutting edge, but it's actually a lot older than any of the other traditional salami.
There's almost nothing better than a baguette and a pound of salami.
Baloney is just salami with an inferiority complex.
Bologna is a deli meat for people with eyes.
Long live sausage! Long live salami! Long live pork, coppa, and pancetta!
I can never resist the good stuff: salami, pepperoni, you name it. I love it all.
Do not make a stingy sandwich; pile the cold cuts high; so you should see salami coming through the rye.
