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I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
When she comes to retrieve me [in the nursing home], after the tan-colored pudding with edible oil topping has sat for a while and been removed ...
Champagne ... the wine of kings, the king of wines
Sweet cherry wine, so very fine, take it on down, pass it all around.
She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
You did not sell nor wanted to buy me Ice cream.
You gave me my most favourite flavour.
Petra Hermans
4) Beet and Pear Flavored Puree
For everyday, we like Beaujolais, Grenache or Syrah, and we like a lot of it! It's a family tradition: We would never consider having a meal without wine.
Jimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars] ... sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk?
Hollandaise, I would like to pour over my head and just rub all over myself. Eggs Benedict is genius. It's eggs covered in eggs.
Champagne, always champagne. Make mine Veuve-Clicquot.
Make scented geranium cream-Leaves steamed in cream, cream cheese and sugar. When cool-Eat with berries or poached peaches.
I'm a cup of tea in a world of lattes
Agatha Clay: "I've never had coffee. Lilith said a young lady shouldn't drink stimulants."
Zeetha: "Drink your coffee like a warrior."
Agatha Clay: "...Yes, Zeetha.
After a few months' acquaintance with European 'coffee' one's mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if the rich beverage of home, with it's clotted layer of yellow cream on top of it, is not a mere dream after all, and a thing which never existed.
Please Tell me what your favorite flavor of ice cream... is
Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!
I love Cate Blanchett; I think she's brilliant.
Slowly, the wine rewarded her with its complex, subtle flavors... apricot, pear,a hint of vanilla... and some indescribable flavor that made her think of sun-drenched, flowery meadows.
I tell people my breasts were made in Normandy from butter and creme fraiche.
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
You may never have experienced, or you will have forgotten, a good burgundy (her favourite) or a good Sancerre (also her favourite) decanted through a healthy placenta.
What is the English for 'Refreshing towelette'?
Drink from me and live forever.
Lestat de Lioncourt
Mother Teresa- cream. Exemplars, exemplary models we can learn from and become more like, but we don't have to imitate them. We can become more authentically ourselves, impeccable and unselfish, and beneficial to many like a wish fulfilling jewel.
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
Natalie Greer is as spoiled as a pan of milk set out in the sun.
together they breakfasted on 'Venison and Chockalatte',
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
Debussy
A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.
Zandy Brandy scented lotion - like the Normans, drunk and with soft hands!
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.
Interesting. Stonecipheco Baby Foods. Not a bad line of products, really. A bit soft and runny for my taste, of course ... "
"Well, it's infant food, really, Norman.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
Of the authors' imagination and used fictitiously. Emerald Green Desiree Holt
She tore off a piece of baguette; it was both crusty and soft, still warm in the centre. It was amazing how something so simple, so basic could be this delicious.
A Waft of Cheese
Exactly," said Maddie. "What's your favorite flavor?"
"I bet I can guess," said Simone. "Chocolate."
"Strawberry," said Maddie.
Losers. It was vanilla.
"Vanilla," said Seth.
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
Oh, adorable, delicious Amelie. If I weren't so completely straight and enamored with cock, I would devour this sweet little tart.
This last one is greener, it must be sweeter.
My favorite ice cream is Haagen-Dazs coffee.
A woman whose face looked as if it had been made of sugar and someone had licked it.
Nurse Rozetta, I won't let her catch me peering down her sweeter.
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
Her skin is softer than a lamb's. What does she put on herself? Unicorn tears? Jesus Christ.
In the kitchen Valeria was making breakfast, his aunt never made breakfast even though Carlo insisted for years that a hotel hoping to cater to French and Americans must offer breakfast. "It's a lazy man's meal.", she always said. "What laggard expects to eat before doing any work?
ginger ¼ teaspoon pumpkin
What's that?" said Ron, pointing at a large dish of some sort of shellfish stew that stood beside a large steak-and-kidney pudding.
"Bouillabaisse," said Hermione.
"Bless you," said Ron.
"It's French," said Hermione.
Damn, all I wanted was a drink of coffee and one little beignet. Coffee ... Daimons ... Coffee ... Daimons. (Talon)
I think in this case the Daimons better win. (Wulf)
Yeah, but it's chicory coffee. (Talon)
Talon wanting to be toasted by Acheron for failure to protect humans. (Wulf)
Pussy, it's the breakfast of champions.
Miss Cornelia dropped in that afternoon, puffing a little.
"I don't mind the world or the devil much, but the flesh does rather bother me," she admitted. "You always look as cool as a cucumber, Anne, dearie. Do I smell cherry pie? If I do, ask me to stay to tea ...
Something she'd gotten from Burton
If my love were a bagel, I'd put cream cheese on it. But it's not a bagel, so I just put cheddar on top. Would you like to try a sample?
Iced champagne was poured out. Emma shivered all over as she felt it cold in her mouth. She had never seen pomegranates nor tasted pine-apples. The powdered sugar even seemed to her whiter and finer than elsewhere.
The French use cooking as a means of self-expression, and this meal perfectly represented the personality of a cook who had spent the morning resting her unwashed chin on the edge of a tureen, pondering whether she should end her life immediately by plunging her head into her abominable soup ...
Cheese. Cheeeeeese. What a thin, flat, nasal-sounding word for such a luscious, rich, gorgeous thing. Hard. Soft. Ripe. Grainy. Creamy. Often stinky. I'd yet to find a cheese I didn't adore.
Fucking hell. She tastes like sweet peaches and sunshine.
Better the fragrant herb of wit and a little cream of affability than all the pretty cups in the world.
Berthe Morisot was a painter full of eighteenth-century delicacy and grace; in a word, the last elegant and 'feminine' artists since Fragonard.
A girl of sixteen had a complexion like a rose, and she put on rouge.
She savors each bite: the meringue is perfect crispy brown on top, melts in the mouth; the lemon tart, custardy; the crust breaks away.
had made Cory, Adam, and I collect when we were kids that she glazed
Kate picked up the carafe and poured some coffee into a cup. She added sugar and cream until it was the color of caramel. Her mom used to take her coffee like this. 'So sweet it could kiss you,' she used to say.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised
Tiramisu for desert.
Strawberries and Sophie. Ummmmmm, better than strawberries and cream.
She drank sweet coffee, sweet tea, sweet cocoa and sweet sherry.
its raining, shes made if sugar.
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.
pint of champagne.
Roberta Marieschi
Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.
Dessert without cheese is like a beauty with only one eye
She sugared and milked
French bread? Is that a special term for a woman's pussy?
She wakes up all at once, all over, smooth as a cat. Probably there's cat in her ancestry someplace. Those old noble French families ... " "No telling, with the French. Inventive people.
I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'"
"This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste."
Brett's glass was empty.
cream. I wonder who has sent it, and where from. I wonderCream-- Tracy Rees
A cherefull looke makes a dish a feast.
Glasses, yet to make the masquerade complete, at such a dinner there should have been wine or champagne. It
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
treatment. You know, champagne, caviar
What's my favourite food? One you order out.
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
The comfort of browning butter and the excitement of lemon zest.
Don't think of Diana Vreeland's memoir as a book; it's more like a lunch. A bit of souffle, a glass of champagne, some green grapes - light, bubbly and slightly tart - all served up by an egocentric but inventive hostess.
A woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.
floral olive oil sorbet with mandarin orange swirls.
Stick-thin, alabaster-pale Etienne LeBlanc runs down the rue de Dinan with Madame Ruelle, the baker's wife, on his heels: the least-robust rescue ever assembled.
You taste so good, Julia. So sweet. Your skin is so damn sweet all over,
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
See, if you said green bean, I'd be very upset. However, if you told her an eggplant, I'd probably never wear pants again. So what's it going to be, Jess?
You shall have," Gillie said, "the king's bread and goat milk."
"The magical goat milk?"
"The same."
"Will it make me beautiful?"
"It cannot. You are already that.
Beauty had just squatted under one of the chairs lining the hallway. A small trickle was creeping across the marble floor.
'She's too intelligent to pay mind to me,' Lady Sylvia said blandly. 'All three dogs are French, and they behave just like Frenchmen. Decorative but peevish.
Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.