Best 2531 quotes in «food quotes» category

Get people back into the kitchen and combat the trend toward processed food and fast food.

Get out the rye bread and mustard grandma, cause it's GRAND SALAMI TIME!

Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime. Teach a man to create an artificial shortage of fish and he will eat steak.

Give me a platter of choice finnan haddie, freshly cooked in its bath of water and milk, add melted butter, a slice or two of hot toast, a pot of steaming Darjeeling tea, and you may tell the butler to dispense with the caviar, truffles and nightingales' tongues.

Give me the provisions and whole apparatus of a kitchen, and I would starve.

Given the clientele, the restaurants on Capri might resemble those fancy Northern Italian places on the East Side of Manhattan where the captain has taken bilingual sneering lessons from the maitre d' at the French joint down the street and the waiter, whose father was born in Palermo, would deny under torture that tomato sauce has ever touched his lips.

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with... Give us pasta with a hundred fillings.

Gluttony is not a secret vice.

Glutton- A person who escapes the evils of moderation by committing dyspepsia.

Goat cheese... produced a bizarre eating era when sensible people insisted that this miserable cheese produced by these miserable creatures reared on miserable hardscrabble earth was actually superior to the magnificent creamy cheeses of the noblest dairy animals bred in the richest green valleys of the earth.

Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us.

God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.

God made only water, but man made wine.

God made yeast, as well as dough, and loves fermentation just as dearly as he loves vegetation.

Good cookery is not an extravagance but an economy, and many a tasty dish is made by our Continental friends out of materials which would be discarded indignantly by the poorest tramp in Whitechapel.

Good food is a right, not a privilege. It brings children into a positive relationship with their health, community and environment.

Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.

Good food is a celebration of life.

Good wine is a necessity of life for me.

Gourmet: Usually little more than a glutton festooned with credit cards.

Gourmandise is an impassioned, rational, and habitual preference for all objects which flatter the sense of taste.

Granted, this system is insane, but we must not let sanity stand in the way of airport security.

Green clovers. Blue diamonds. Orange Stars. Pink hearts. Purple horseshoes. Man, I never know if I'm looking at a bowl of cereal or having another acid flashback.

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.

Grilling, broiling, barbecuing - whatever you want to call it - is an art, not just a matter of building a pyre and throwing on a piece of meat as a sacrifice to the gods of the stomach.

Half of the receipts in our cookbooks are mere murder to such constitutions and stomachs as we grow here. ...in America, owing to our brighter skies and more fervid climate, we have developed an acute, nervous delicacy of temperament far more akin to that of France than of England.

Grub first, then ethics.

Ham's substantial, ham is fat. Ham is firm and sound. Ham's what God was getting at When He made pigs so round.

Hamburger steak is carrion, and quite unfit for food except by a turkey buzzard, a hyena, or some other scavenger.

Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons.

HASH: There is no definition for this word - nobody knows what hash is.

Health foods make promises that only the Second Coming could fulfill.

He added that a Frenchman in the train had given him a great sandwich that so stank of garlic that he had been inclined to throw it at the fellow's head.

Hell is probably quite similar to most Paris bistros ... a bit overheated, somewhat too crowded, and a little too noisy for my tastes. The waiters will surely treat you rudely and the cashiers will always add a few extra francs to your bill but ... and this is the important part ... the food will be marvelous.

He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions.

Hell is other people at breakfast.

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

Hell, when I was growing up, I could make a meal out of a package of Top Ramen and a bottle of Windex.

Here is a rural fellow that will not be denied your Highness' presence: he brings you figs.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Here's to alcohol: the cause of, and answer to, all of life's problems.

Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.

He was an innovator, an experimenter, a missionary in bringing the gospel of good cooking to the home table.

He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

He who cannot eat horsemeat need not do so. Let him eat pork. But he who cannot eat pork, let him eat horsemeat. It's simply a question of taste.

Hope is the poor man's bread.

High-tech tomatoes. Mysterious milk. Supersquash. Are we supposed to eat this stuff? Or is it going to eat us?

Hold your Council before Dinner; the full Belly hates Thinking as well as Acting.

Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes What would life be like without homegrown tomatoes Only two things that money can't buy That's true love and home grown tomatoes.

Home-made bread rubbed with garlic and sprinkled with olive oil, shared-with a flask of wine-between working people, can be more convivial than any feast.