I need a little sugar in my bowl and a little hot dog in my roll.
If you are what you eat, in my case, I'd be sweet so come and get some.
It ain't my cup of meat.
That’s why our TVs are brimming with so much hot man-on-pan action. You can’t channel surf for long without seeing turkey getting stuffed over and over until they finally cut to the gravy shot.
If I were a food, I'd be a Chili because you know.. I'm hot.
I never want to make one type of music. You wouldn't just eat sushi for the rest of your life - there's so much more food.
So if animals aren't our friends, then what are they? The answer can be summed up between two buns.
I've had to sink my teeth into a role that was probably a fried-chicken dinner and make it into a filet mignon.
You white folks have long been eating the white meat of the chicken. We Negroes are now ready for some of the white meat instead of the dark meat.
Mayonnaise is a lot like men, it can make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or, it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous"- "Keeping the Moon
I love thee like puddings; if thou wert pie I'd eat thee.
Some people say I'm a pussy. I say, you are what you eat.
They say California's the big burrito; Texas is a big taco right now. We want to follow that through. Florida is a big tamale.
Stop throwing us all together like some sort of Puerto Ricaminican Tex-Mex buffet.
Everything one reads is nourishment of some sort - good food or junk food - and one assumes it all goes in and has its way with your brain cells.
I'm more American than apple pie. I'm like apple pie, with a hot dog in it.
A burrito is a sleeping bag for ground beef.
I would like to have you quote me, Erich von Stroheim, as having said on this day of this month of this year this one thing: you Americans are living on baby food.
Like hungry guests, a sitting audience looks / Plays are like suppers; poets are the cooks / The founder's you; the table is this place / The carvers we; the prologue is the grace / Each act a course, each scene, a different dish.
Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.
Of course I didn't pioneer the use of food in fiction: it has been a standard literary device since Chaucer and Rabelais, who used food wonderfully as a metaphor for sensuality.
You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!
Dating is like trying to make a meal out of leftovers. Some leftovers actually get better when they've had a little time to mature. But others should be thrown out right away, No matter how you try to warm them up, they're never as good as when they were new.
I think drugs are like strawberries and peaches.
