Good bread and good butter go together. They are one of the perfect marriages in gastronomy, and they never fail to cheer me.
'Vacation' means titillating my taste buds.
For less than the cost of a Big Mac, fries and a Coke, you can buy a loaf of fresh bread and some good cheese or roast beef, which you will enjoy much more.
I love eating. I mean, I really, really love eating.
There's nothing you can really do to prepare to rock. Do you prepare to eat a delicious meal? Are you hungry? Then you're gonna eat it.
I went to bed last night dreaming of tuna melts. I love food.
Bread, soup - these were my whole life. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time.
My restaurants are about community and about sharing and about warmth.
By the end of the day, I just want someone to feed me.
I just love Chinese food. My favourite dish is number 27.
Edible, adj.: Good to eat, and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.
You really can't go wrong. There's no bad New York pizza, as far as I know.
For many years now, my source for salvific chicken soup has been the Sanamluang Cafe on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard and Kingsley Drive: crystalline broth, flecks of fried garlic, and a moist, steamed bird nesting on thick rice noodles and bean sprouts has stanched many a misery.
It's still my happiest time when I'm eating.
Feeding is a very important ritual for me. I don't trust people who don't like to eat.
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.
I was a ravenous child. I'm a ravenous adult. I love to eat.
Love food and I love to eat.
Once a week, I used to treat myself to three parottas with the pocket money I saved. It tasted so good, and I loved eating it soaked in salna.
I enjoy the burger joint the same way I enjoy fancy meals.
Food for me has to pop, and at Spice Market, the food really pops.
I'm completely obsessed with Sunday roast dinners. I think that it's the best thing to ever happen to life!
I love the smell of fried chicken.
However amazing a dish looks, it is always the taste that lingers in your memory. Family and friends will appreciate a meal that tastes superb-even if you've brought the pan to the table.
There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.
