#de

Yellow ice cubes may seem like a perfect fit for lemonade, but you’ve got to wonder: where have I been peeing all day?
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— Jarod Kintz

#pee #urine #food

I remember the day coach decided to bench me. We were walking in a botanical garden.
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— Jarod Kintz

#botanical #coach #garden #memory #player

Just then, Toot buzzed back into the apartment from somewhere. He zipped in frantic, dizzying circles, starting at the point he'd last seen Lacuna, until his spiral search pattern took him to the kitchen. Then he swooped down to Lacuna, landing neatly on the counter. I peered at the two little faeries. Toot held out to Lacuna a wrapped watermelon Jolly Ranger, as if he were offering frankincense and myrrh to the Christ child. "Hi!" he said brightly. "I'm Major General Toot-toot!" Lacuna looked up from her food and saw Toot's gift. Her eyes narrowed. And then she sucker punched Toot-toot right in the face. My little bodyguard flew back a couple of feet and landed on his ass. Both of his hands went up to his nose, and he blinked in startled bewilderment. Toot had dropped the Jolly Rancher. Lacuna calmly kicked it into the disposal drain of the kitchen sink. Then she turned her back on Toot, ignoring him completely, and went back to eating her meal. Toot's eyes were even wider as he started at Lacuna. "Wow!" he said. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#food

He barely heard the gasp escape her lips, but he did see her brilliant brown eyes, how they danced with alarm at his presence, how her lips trembled slightly with what she had done, yes, and now for the glare in his eyes. He knew she could see the hunger they held, he knew she could see, in that moment, just who he truly was...what he was. Yes, Christian knew she could see all these things, knew she could do nothing but bask in the monster that he was. Which was why he was not surprised when she stepped toward him, her shaking lips moving, allowing the low sound of her voice, her sweet, drawing voice, to enter his terribly haunted ears, the ears that caught every breath, heard every pulse of scared heart: “My Lord...your eyes....” “Yes,” he barely whispered, the word hardly escaping his throat. The hunger was all he could feel, her blood all he could smell, the pulse of lust just there beneath her skin, calling him, drawing him ever closer.... And yes, he felt the skin of her neck, felt the blood just there, her blood...his food. ↗

— S.C. Parris

#fantasy #the-delacroix-series #vampire #vampires #food

Mosquitoes remind us that we are not as high up on the food chain as we think. ↗

— Tom Wilson

#life #people #reminder-reminder-life #food

Chef don't judge. ↗

— Chef Boyardee

#chef-boyardee #humor #food

Spiders evidently as surprised by the weather as the rest of us: their webs were still everywhere - little silken laundry lines with perfect snowflakes hung out in rows to dry. ↗

— Leslie Land

#spiders #winter #woods #food

We don't have milk cows. People have so many stereotypes of people from where I come from - Oklahoma. We don't ride around in covered wagons, either. ↗

— Carrie Underwood

#come #covered #cows #either #i

Eaters of Wonder Bread Must be underbred. So little to eat. Where's the wheat? ↗

— Roy Blount Jr.

#eating #food #wheat #wonder-bread #wonderbread

Charity erodes the cultural prerequisites for a vigorous democracy. ↗

— Janet Poppendieck

#democracy #inequality #food