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Quotes for food, takeout, and eating. Whether you're cooking up a storm for a special occasion or taking it easy and dining out, food is a major occasion for everyone at some time. For some people, it's a major occasion all the time! From gustatory pleasures to dietary concerns, from choosing fine wines to having a drop too much, one of the quotes that follows should taste just right.

Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.

A Decalogue of Canons for observation in practical life. 1. Never put off till to-morrow what you can do to-day. 2. Never trouble another for what you can do yourself. 3. Never spend your money before you have it. 4. Never buy what you do not want, because it is cheap; it will be dear to you. 5. Pride costs us more than hunger, thirst and cold. 6. We never repent of having eaten too little. 7. Nothing is troublesome that we do willingly. 8. How much pain have cost us the evils which have never happened. 9. Take things always by their smooth handle. 10. When angry, count ten, before you speak; if very angry, an hundred.
Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.
I believe, if we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class. There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and warm-blooded to fall into this vice.
Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
How easy for those who do not bulge to not overindulge!
Candy, is dandy, but Liquor, is quicker.
Even though a number of people have tried, no one has ever found a way to drink for a living.
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized.
One farmer says to me, You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make bones with; and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying his system with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.
A man of my spiritual intensity does not eat corpses.
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
He who distinguishes the true savor of his food can never be a glutton; he who does not cannot be otherwise.
A hungry man is not a free man.
I have found it to be the most serious objection to coarse labors long continued, that they compelled me to eat and drink coarsely also.
Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.
Upscale people are fixated with food simply because they are now able to eat so much of it without getting fat, and the reason they don't get fat is that they maintain a profligate level of calorie expenditure. The very same people whose evenings begin with melted goats cheese... get up at dawn to run, break for a mid-morning aerobics class, and watch the evening news while racing on a stationary bicycle.
The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.
Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.
Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.
Malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.
You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
I’m willing to eat animals without faces, such as mollusks, on the theory that they’re not sufficiently sentient to suffer. No, this isn’t “facist” of me ….
Hunger is the handmaid of genius.
Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink / For fellows whom it hurts to think.
Wine makes a man more pleased with himself. I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others.
Scientists announced that they have located the gene for alcoholism. They found it at a party, talking way too much.
Give an Irishman lager for a month, and he’s a dead man. An Irishman is lined with copper, and the beer corrodes it. But whiskey polishes the copper and is the saving of him, sir.
Our national drug is alcohol. We tend to regard the use of any other drug with special horror.
One must eat to live, and not live to eat.
There is small danger of being starved in our land of plenty; but the danger of being stuffed is imminent.
One of the stupidest things in an earnest but stupid school of culinary thought is that each of the three daily meals should be “balanced.” Of course, where countless humans are herded together, as in military camps or schools or prisons, it is necessary to strike what is ironically called the happy medium. In this case, what kills the least number with the most ease is the chosen way.
Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.
Part of the secret of success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one’s own relations.
It’s a scientific fact that your body will not absorb cholesterol if you take it from another person’s plate.
What a nuisance! Why should one have to eat? And what shall we eat this evening?
He showed me his bill of fare to tempt me to dine with him; said I, I value not your bill of fare, give me your bill of company.
To a waitress in a restaurant: I didn’t squawk about the steak, dear. I merely said I didn’t see that old horse that used to be tethered outside here.
It is my view that the vegetarian manner of living by its purely physical effect on the human temperament would most beneficially influence the lot of mankind.
There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love?
Burning dinner is not incompetence but war.
A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral.
But, lady, as women, what wisdom may be ours if not the philosophies of the kitchen? … I often say, when observing these trivial details: had Aristotle prepared victuals, he would have written more.
Learn how to cook! That’s the way to save money. You don’t save it buying hamburger helpers, and prepared food; you save it buying fresh foods in season or in large supply, when they are cheapest and usually best, and you prepare them from scratch at home. Why pay for someone else’s work, when if you know how to do it, you can save all that money for yourself?
“How long does getting thin take?” Pooh asked anxiously.
It is wonderful, if we choose the right diet, what an extraordinary small quantity would suffice.
Diets, like clothes, should be tailored to you.
Vegetarians claim to be immune from most diseases but they have been known to die from time to time.
This is a book for the servantless American cook who can be unconcerned on occasion with budgets, waistlines, time schedules, children’s meals, the parent-chauffeur-den mother syndrome or anything else which might interfere with the enjoyment of producing something wonderful to eat.
What is sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but it is not necessarily sauce for the chicken, the duck, the turkey, or the guinea hen.
Remember, you are alone in the kitchen, and no one can see you.
I hereby affirm my own right as a Jewish American feminist to make chicken soup, even though I sometimes take it out of a can.
If God did not intend for us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of meat?
Ever notice on a box of cookies it says, “Open here.” What do they think you’re gonna do—move to Hong Kong to open their cookies?
Too many cooks may spoil the broth, but it only takes one to burn it.
Four of the five basic French sauces are certainly unknown even by name to half the population of France.
I read recipes the same way I read science fiction. I get to the end and think, “Well, that’s not going to happen.”
Usually one’s cooking is better than one thinks it is.
Having someone else peel your potatoes can be habit-forming.
I do not like green eggs and ham. / I do not like them Sam I Am.
Oats—A grain which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.
It’s a lot easier to slap a health claim on a box of sugary cereal than on a potato or carrot, with the perverse result that the most healthful foods in the supermarket sit there quietly in the produce section, silent as stroke victims, while a few aisles over, the Cocoa Puffs and Lucky Charms are screaming about their newfound whole-grain goodness.
Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.
But the fruit that will fall without shaking, / Indeed is too mellow for me.
Without such a thing as fast food there would be no need for slow food ….
Don’t you hate people who drink white wine? I mean, my dear, every alcoholic in town is getting falling-down drunk on white wine. They think they aren’t drunks because they only drink wine. Never, never trust anyone who asks for white wine. It means they’re phonies.
A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
An empty stomach is not a good political adviser.
From supper to bedtime is twice as long as from breakfast to supper.
Can one be inspired by rows of prepared canned meals? Never. One must get nearer to creation to be able to create, even in the kitchen.
Bread that must be sliced with an ax is bread that is too nourishing.
Give me a dozen such heart-breaks, if that would help me to lose a couple of pounds.
I’m so compulsive about losing weight, I weigh myself after I cough.
Comparing the cooking of a dish to the painting of a picture, it has always seemed to me that however much the cook or painter did to cover any weakness would not in the least avail. Such devices would only emphasize the weakness.
A cookbook is only as good as its worst recipe.
“I probably couldn’t learn to cook creole food, anyway. It’s too complicated.” // “Sheeit. Ain’t nothing but onions, green peppers and garlic. Put that in everything and you got creole food.”
When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it.
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.
She is convinced there is no civilization without bialys, a bialy being a sort of Brooklyn tortilla.

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