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Gluttony is the act of digging a grave with your own teeth.

...God bless the man who first taught the world how to cure olives. He and the man who invented cheese are two unsung pillars of civilization." "They were probably women," muttered Fatima, fanning her face with the sleeve of her robe. "If they were men, we would remember their names.

God did not just create you to be a nice person and eat hamburgers until you die

God has created the trees as the sources of food and shelter for others. He has so sensibly not given the trees any weapons like horns, pointed teeth or intelligence to protect themselves. Say, if we went to pluck a mango and if the tree attacked us, then it would be difficult for us to survive! God has not given horns to a lion because it already has a weapon to protect himself- razor-sharp teeth. God has not given the humans horns or sharp teeth but more valuable gift- intelligence!

God timely supply my need.

Good kitchens are not about size; they are about ergonomics and light.

Good food and good eating are about risk. Every once in a while an oyster, for instance, will make you sick to your stomach. Does this mean you should stop eating oysters? No way.

Good food, fresh water, and an occasional sweet and someone to care for. That's what everyone should have. A simplistic and unrealistic view I knew, but it soothed me.

Got anything to eat?" I asked. "You know where the gas station is," said my incredibly nurturing and maternal mother.

Gratitude is the best food and fuel to start the day for you. Have some at lunchtime and again at dinner too. It will energise and sustain you - the whole day through. But it will also leave you room, power and the thirst to do what you need to do and contribute.

Gratitude is the best food and fuel to start anything that you need to do - it will nourish and sustain you...and others too. Hankering will leave you hungry - or with with heart, head or belly ache - and tends to have or leave a sour or bitter taste too.

Grits are hot; they are abundant, and they will by-gosh stick to your ribs. Give your farmhands (that is, your children) cold cereal for breakfast and see how many rows they hoe. Make them a pot of grits and butter, and they’ll hoe till dinner and be glad to do it.

Great is the Lord’s provisions. Even in times of famine, we have more than enough to eat.

Great cooking is all about the three 'p's: patience, presence, and practice.

Great food also had the ability to attract great talent. "I don't know what to do," senior engineer Luiz Barroso moaned to Jeff Dean the night he had to decide whether to join VMWare or Google. "I've made these lists. I've assigned points to all the pros and cons, and it's tied at 112 to 112." Jeff knew that the day of Luiz's interview at Google, Charlie had served creme brulee for lunch. "Did you factor in the creme brulee?" he asked. "Because I know you really like creme brulee." "Oh no! I didn't consider that," Luiz admitted. The next morning he accepted Google's offer.

Had a cold hummus with pita bread, Under a delicious food, yellow or red. Might just have the appetite to cook Urgent dinner by hook or crook. So that's just a humus humor spread.

Hans husholderske, fru Irgens født Geelmuyden, grep da leiligheten til å koke og steke til gjæstebud, kalvekjøt og fugl i himmelske saucer blev sat frem, kaker og søte syltetøier til doktoren, herligheter i bakkelser, i geléer. Var frøken Mariane kommet hjem fra en av sine turer til Kristiania eller utlandet kunde hun slutte sig til og ta sit glas med.

Greed is taking more than you need to feed. Avarice is hoarding, and stockpiling stolen, rotten goods.

Half the dogs in America will receive Christmas presents this year, yet few of us ever pause to consider the life of the pig-an animal easily as intelligent as a dog-that becomes the Christmas ham.

... han hadde av Theodor sin fineste hermetik å diske op med og dertil kold fugl og marmelader og æg på tre måter og kjæks og multer. Og han hadde øl og rødvin til drikke og til fuglen hadde han en kurv champagne... Å for en fest!

... han lå ute om natten og spiste intet uten som litt multebær som hans bærer sanket i sin lue. Den fjerde dag lot Mack Svend vægter og en mand med ham gå ut i myrene med megen god mat til den fremmede ænglender.

...han hadde studeret det herlig ut av kokeboken, men også spurt sig for hos de handelsreisende.

Having commodified nature, we're eating the shrapnel of a worldwide homogeneity bomb.

Happy we were the, for we had a good house, and good food and good work.

Have you ever wondered how to commit human sacrifice and destroy all the evidence while having a delicious meal all at the same time? It’s called cannibalism and all it means is eating another human being. It’s not that hard.

Have a chocolate-covered raisin,” he said. “They look like rat droppings,” said the Chair. The Dean peered at them in the gloom. “So that’s it,” he said. “The bag fell on the floor a minute ago, and I thought there seemed rather a lot.

Have my moments, Doll, have my moments.

HEALTHY EATING isn't about counting fat grams, dieting, cleanses, and antioxidants; Its about eating food untouched from the way we find it in nature in a balanced way; Whole foods give us all that we need to perfectly nourish ourselves.

Having delivered the expected daily miracle, Floote stood in his usual stance and warily watched the Templars work.

He closed the pages and stuffed them back into his jacket. Keeping his eyes cast downwards as he sipped his wine, he pulled out and lit a cigarette – almost a post-coital gesture. from The Willow Lake Group by Kelly Proudfoot

He got a tan over break. I used to tell him he was so pale he looked like a marshmallow. He hated that I compared him to food. I told him that's what he got for calling me caramel. It shut him up.

He inquired with the confidence of anyone trying free samples at a grocery store and putting on an Oscar-worthy performance of a person that was going to come back and buy it all later.

He had to be nice to me at the moment because he had to be surrounded by people. This was because boys like him were, essentially, pasta. Everyone thought they loved him because they had never been forced to experience the true blandness of him on his own.

He is small and hearty, like the impresario of a particularly energetic Soho eatery. She pictures something in obscure fusion food: peacock and tilapia dumplings.

He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food… of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns… He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods… endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavor with flavor from sunset to dawn without satiety, while one breathed great draughts of the bouquet of brandy.

Here's the thing about dessert--you want it to last. You want to savor it.

Here is what I have always thought: that people, when they eat, are very dear. The eager lips, the flapping jaws, the trembling release of control-the guilty glances at one’s companions or at strangers. The focus, the great focus of eating. The pleasure in it. I remember-when I went out more-I remember watching people in restaurants. People who ate alone, lost in the pleasure of it, O the pleasure of it. Digging for food in the bottoms of their bowls, guarding their fork, bringing the food to their mouths. Staring off into some middle distance while chewing. Thinking of things known only to them. To watch others eat is a thing of joy to me. & it is the only time I can forgive myself for what I have become.

He looked at the piles of food again, and it was like he was seeing it with new eyes. "This is wrong", he thought, "Letting food rot while people die of hunger. It's evil.".... He breathed in the too-sweet smell of rotting food, "I can stop this evil.

Her cuisine is limited but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman." [Sherlock Holmes, on Mrs. Hudson's cooking.]

[Her] idea of a fair trade--her lentils for your caviar.

He swallowed his food this time and actually spoke instead of humphing,

Het dooreen mengen van een zorgvuldig toebereide maaltijd geldt als een belediging van degene, die hem heeft gekookt [...]

He who doesn’t regard agriculture will truly value it when food becomes scarce!

...he was fascinated by the mid-western/middle American phenomenon of recombinant cuisine. Rice Krispie Treats being a prototypical example in that they were made by repurposing other foods that had already been prepared (to wit, breakfast cereal and marshmallows). And of course, any recipe that called for a can of cream of mushroom soup fell into the same category. The unifying principle behind all recombinant cuisine seemed to be indifference, if not outright hostility, to the use of anything that a coastal foodie would define as an ingredient.

Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.

His high spiced wares were made to sell, and they sold; and his thousands of readers could as rationally charge their delight in filth upon him, as a glutton can shift upon his cook the responsibility of his beastly excess.

Hope and carbohydrates were a powerful combination.

Hot crumpets with butter and jam - what could be more ambrosial?

. . . .how and what we eat determines to a great extent the use we make of the world--and what is to become of it. To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life afford quite as much satisfaction.

Home cooking is always concerned with quality, because people you care about will eat the meal.