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Gus: "It tastes like..." Me: "Food." Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately...?" Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table." Gus: "Nicely phrased." Gus's father: "Our children are weird." My dad: "Nicely phrased. ↗

— John Green

#tfios #food

Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising. ↗

— Meg Cabot

#humor #food

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners! ↗

— Roald Dahl

#humor #food

Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot fried-chicken sandwich? You betcha. ↗

— James Patterson

#gluttony #savor #food

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. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#morality #vegetarianism #food

What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow. ↗

— A.A. Milne

#food #potatoes #food

I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries. ↗

— Graham Chapman

#food

The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found. ↗

— Calvin Trillin

#about #been #family #found #leftovers

I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#humor #food

I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me. ↗

— Charles Bukowski

#food