Best 86 quotes in «dessert quotes» category

Creme Brulee is the ultimate 'guy' dessert. Make it and he'll follow you anywhere.

I balance my meals. I have never been a big dessert guy.

Enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.

Here, in L.A., trust me, there will be fireworks from the canapés right through to the desserts.

desserts are the most crucial part of any meal.

Fun can be the dessert of our lives but never its main course.

I am crazy for dessert. I eat everything. No one should be denied anything... just don't eat the whole thing.

I am not accustomed to take my wine in pills.

I did though at least expect him to correct the false statements he made when he was trying to protect the Presidency. Instead, he talked about it as though I had laid it all out there for the taking. I was the buffet and he just couldn't resist the dessert.

I can't walk by chocolate without eating it.

Ice-cream is exquisite - what a pity it isn't illegal.

I created the peplum so you can eat in it. You can have a dessert, you can have another sandwich.

I love dessert. I can't be guilty about it because I have to taste everything. I experiment.

If this was adulthood the only improvement she could detect in her situation was that she could now eat dessert without eating her vegetables.

I have a sweet tooth. I love dessert, and if somebody makes me one, I'm going to have it.

I'd never let anybody share dessert with me or even have a taste.

If God had wanted me to lose weight he would have made sure there was creamed spinach for dessert.

I never met a chocolate I could not eat.

I'm weird about fruity desserts like lemony, acidic, zesty... I don't like lemon things and orange things, really.

Keep rockin', and keep knockin' Whether you Louis Vuitton it up or Reebokin' You see the hate, that they're servin' on a platter So what we gon' have, dessert or disaster?

It's a floor cleaner and a dessert topping.

It's not as if ten years ago, we were like, 'I wish I could take low quality photos of my dessert.'

Life is too short not to order the bacon dessert.

Marriage is a long, dull meal with dessert served at the beginning.

Marriage is a dinner that begins with dessert.

Marriage is like a dull meal with the dessert at the beginning.

Sexual touch is the dessert of married life!

My problem is desserts. I am obsessed with desserts.

Thus the public use of reason and freedom is nothing but a dessert, a sumptuous dessert.

The Honey is sweet, but the Bee has a Sting.

Time-wasting activities are the dessert. Oftentimes discoveries are made through the back door.

The only obvious advantage to being an adult is that you can eat your dessert without haying sampled the vegetables.

There's no diet list I'll follow that would rule out cherry pie.

Traditional British desserts with lots of custard are my biggest weakness - I particularly love the puds at St. John restaurant in East London.

UML is not dessert topping and floor wax.

Yeah the appetizer, that's the food we eat before we have our food...No no you're thinking of dessert, that's food we eat after we have our food.

Victory is very, very sweet. It tastes better than any dessert you've ever had.

Walt's idea was that - as soon as the people who were dining got through their main course. They were supposed to all be seated, served at the same time, when they got into the dessert.

While eating your appetizer, don't be concerned with dessert.

With the exception of dessert, food is food.

We dare not trust our wit for making our house pleasant to our friend, so we buy ice cream.

And when all of the flourless chocolate cakes & chocolate mousse or ganache cakes have come and gone, there will still be nothing like a fudgy brownie, dry & crackled on top, moist & dense within, with a glass of cold milk.

A few days before the club, Stevie and Erin produced the wares of their dumpster dives. New potatoes, udon noodles, shiitake mushrooms, raspberry doughnuts, baked meringues, feta cheese, frozen peas, farfalle pasta, tomato puree, tinned salmon, plus a load of day-old radishes. "The most important part of any dumpster dive," Erin said, moving her hand expansively over the food, "is showing off what you have found." I processed the food as she'd taught me: cleaning the packaging with diluted bleach and soaking the vegetables in a vinegar-water solution. In the large chrome restaurant kitchen, I spread it all out across the counter and thought about what I'd make. We had bought just one extra ingredient: enormous cuts of T-bone steak. We thought red meat should be a prerequisite for all Supper Clubs. An element of spontaneity had also been agreed on, with no set menu, no dietary requirements- just eat whatever's in front of you and be sure to eat it all. The plan was to spend all night at the restaurant, waiting hours between courses. I made grilled potatoes and spiced salmon for the first course. I roasted radishes and topped them with crumbled feta for the second. Cold noodle salad with shiitake mushrooms and peas for the third, and T-bone steaks cooked rare, with a side of garlic-tomato pasta, for the main course. For dessert I made a strange sort of Eton mess, with chunks of torn doughnuts and smashed meringue covered in cream and sugar.

You don't just change your whole life in one big step. It's the small things you do every day that pull over to the big things, like taking yourself out for coffee and eating a really good dessert when you're depressed could be the start to living a fulfilled life.

A dessert without cheese is like a beautiful woman with no heart.

Death is a poison parsley on a dessert wine.

He looks at you like you’re crème brûlée.

Dessert was an over baked chocolate chip cookies the size of a hockey puck and just about as tasty.

He opens a lower cabinet to reveal that it is a mini fridge, and brings over two plates that each have a slice of what looks like flan, dark at the top from being baked with caramel. He hands me a plate and fork, and pours me a glass of wine. I take a bite. And my eyes snap open. "Gateau de semoule?" I say in disbelief. "Mais oui, mademoiselle, bien sur." He smiles. "I thought you might like it." "I adore it. And I haven't had it in years." The very French dessert is essentially baked creme caramel-type custard, thickened with semolina for an amazing texture and added nuttiness. There are juicy golden raisins, which I believe he has soaked in rum, and the caramel you make for the bottom of the baking dish turns itself into a light sauce when you unmold it. It is the kind of dessert that any French maman would make on a weeknight for dessert. Unfunny, unfussy, and completely comforting and delicious.

Desserts are the fairytales of the kitchen,a happily ever after to supper