I’ve been on a constant diet for the last two decades. I’ve lost a total of 789 pounds. By all accounts, I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.
Edible: 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.
Be content to remember that those who can make omelettes properly can do nothing else.
A gourmet can tell from the flavor whether a woodcock’s leg is the one on which the bird is accustomed to roost.
A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch.
I believe that if ever I had to practice cannibalism, I might manage if there were enough tarragon around.
Food: Part of the spiritual expression of the French, and I do not believe that they have ever heard of calories.
Sadder than destitution, sadder than a beggar is the man who eats alone in public.
There are all kinds of myths going on in the Italian culture, and the way they celebrate is through their food. It’s the tradition of the table where the Italians celebrate most of their triumphs and successes.
You are where you eat.