#pork

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. ↗

— Nikita Khrushchev

#eat #him #need #pork #question

I hate pork rinds. I couldn't imagine how anybody would ever get the idea of taking skin from a pig and frying it and then trying to sell it to people. And then people actually buy it to eat it. That is the true sign of the decline of the human race. ↗

— Joel Kinnaman

#anybody #buy #decline #eat #ever

I am guilty of asking the Senate for pork and proud of the Senate for giving it to me. ↗

— Ted Stevens

#asking #giving #guilty #i #i am

Because I'm so known as a meat-chef, when I talk about Meatless Monday some people look at me like I've lost my mind. I'm like, look, I'm not saying beef and pork is bad, I love it and I eat it six days a week. ↗

— Michael Symon

#bad #because #beef #days #eat

If you salt a chicken the day before cooking, it starts to break down the cell structure of the meat and allows it to take on more flavor and actually helps it to stay more moist. Same goes for a steak, a pork chop. A lot of people brine; we preseason. ↗

— Michael Symon

#allows #before #break #cell #chicken

If I had to narrow my choice of meats down to one for the rest of my life, I am quite certain that meat would be pork. ↗

— James Beard

#cuisine #food #pork #food

Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just that a city with a million inhabitants and no sewers is rather robust for poets, who prefer daffodils and no wonder. So let's just say that Ankh-Morpork is as full of life as an old cheese on a hot day, as loud as a curse in a cathedral, as bright as an oil slick, as colourful as a bruise and as full of activity, industry, bustle and sheer exuberant busyness as a dead dog on a termite mound. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#mort #terry-pratchett #life

We're dealing here," said Vimes, "With a twisted mind." "Oh, no! You think so?" "Yes." "But... no... you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us all the time." "Not Nobby," said Vimes testily. "Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad." Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued horror. "Gosh," he said. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#arms #at #discworld #men #men

Television was supposed to be a national park. Instead it has become a money machine. It's a commodity now, just like pork bellies. ↗

— Fred W. Friendly

#bellies #commodity #instead #just #like

I'm carrying so much pork, I'm beginning to get trichinosis. ↗

— Phil Gramm

#carrying #get #i #much #pork