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Recipes are overrated.
Whole can of it last night. I think he likes it almost as much asNight-- Sarah Weeks
Instant coffee is just old beans that have been cremated.
We drink the can, not the beverage.
He's evil in a can.
was like a crystal bowl filled with warm kettle corn. But when you lifted it up and checked the bottom, you could see a layer of burnt, unpopped kernels. The kind that makes you flinch from the unexpected bitter taste. The kind that may cause you to chip a tooth.
Lennie Smullenski and Anthony Zuck bake the goodies in the back room in big steel ovens and troughs of hot oil. Clouds of flour and sugar sift onto table surfaces and slip under foot. And lard is transferred daily from commercial sized vats directly to local butts.
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble.
Homemade is a myth. You want to know some things that are homemade? Crystal meth. Crack cocaine. A pipe bomb full of nails. Now we're talkin' homemade.
Hello, pineapples,' he whispered. He bent his head toward his lap and punctured the can, listening closely. The pineapples whispered back. They told him they were safe to eat.
A crier of green sauce.
I'm a rather crude cook.
Launching an innovative premium jelly bouillon into a highly competitive market at the height of austerity, for example, might not have been thought the wisest move. Yet with people eating out less, the demand for high-quality convenience products that enable people to cook at home has grown. As
What can you say about Guy's cooking that hasn't been printed on a packet of cigarettes?
Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.
Ready...set-y...spaghetti!
He who has the pepper may season as he lists.
Zircoff," I said, "put the tomatoes away."
"Piss," he said, "I wish they were hand grenades.
Pepto-Bismol straight from the bottle.
The Pepper Sisters," Falk told him, "I think you just got an eyeful of the new ad campaign for their dairy."
"Were those the owners or the producers?" Jason asked.
"Both. It's an employee-owned co-op. Chemical-free too now that Pickle's quit smoking.
You wouldn't know it but I'm no good at ... cooking. My chef does that.
When you get the coffee from the store, does it come in a great big metal can?'
He beamed. 'Absolutely.'
That was all I needed to hear. Tea. A cup of tea.
eaten for lunch.
I'm in a mood, Dave. A bad mood, a very bad mood! I was fired from my ice cream truck job today! No more Fudgicles!
just another empty beer can in the trashpile of life
by the cook, with a list of
When a raw food becomes processed food, it can be best valued, protected, stored, and safely delivered to customers.
Public opinion, in its raw state, gushes out in the immemorial form of the mob's fear. It is piped into central factories, and there it is flavored and colored, and put into cans.
There seems to be a lot of name-calling going on, but I want to remind you what our good dad told me one time. Labels are for soup cans.
a pot a cook but the food na kno
Compressed into boxes, packed in sawdust, ... trussed up in sacks, roped up like hams ...
human beings, cans of living preserves
Where the label had peeled
Cold beer is bottled God.
Success comes in cans, failure comes in can'ts.
The potatoes were starch grenades. The canned carrots were revolting because that is their nature.
a bag of wet farts. But
Custom-made, of course. Tucker likes to get things custom-made. Probably because the ridiculous shit he comes up with in his head isn't available to normal consumers.
Not baked goods! BAKED BADS!!!!"
--The Tick
brown paper bags from the pharmacist.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
Incubated. And then raised. And then beheaded. And then plucked. And then cut up. And then put on a grill. And then put on a bun. Damn, it's gonna take a while. I don't have time. Scrambled!
Hopefully by next week the classes will have paid off and I'll be cooking gourmet."
"Gourmet? From your cooking?" He pushed aside his computer, grabbed a paper plate, and started scoop0ing rice. "You shouldn't be able say those things in the same sentence.
Shank or canned tomatoes thickened with paste for a kind of red sauce to pour over noodles.
Want me to warm up the sauce?"
"Do we do that? I mean, it's in a jar, right? Can't you just dump it over the pasta?"
"Well, you can, but it tastes better if you warm it up."
"Oh." Eve sighed. "This is complicated. No wonder I never cook.
Marian and I saw products as garbage even when they sat gleaming on store shelves, yet unbought. We didn't say, What kind of casserole will that make? We said, What kind of garbage will that make?
Success comes in cans. Failures comes in can'ts.
Imaginative cook, and her experiments weren't always edible. I was surprised, and sad, that he seemed to remember that far back. "Steak and potatoes," I answered, and he looked relieved. He seemed to feel awkward standing in the kitchen doing nothing; he lumbered
WE ALL THREE sat at the kitchen table in our raincoats, and Joel smashed tomatoes with a small rubber mallet. We had seen it on TV: a man with an untamed mustache and a mallet slaughtering vegetables, and people in clear plastic ponchos soaking up the mess, having the time of their lives.
I did not get my Spaghetti-O's, I got spaghetti. I want the press to know this.
We are being fired upon."
"By what?"
"A ham sandwich.
Mr. Harris had three boxes of Melba toast, a can of smoked oysters, a wheel of Gouda cheese, two bunches of grapes, a package of smoked salmon, a can of sardines, a bottle of sparkling grape juice and a can of cocktail weenies in his pants. I simply ask you to please use common sense. Thank you.
Michael lifted a menu from a stack on the counter and opened it. 'What's meatloaf?' I get the meat part, but a loaf of it?
Their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter.
If a can opener no longer has the capacity to open cans, what is it?
(Israeli-style eggs poached in tomato
Tenzin said, "More popcorn, my boy."
Giovanni ripped the plastic bag open and held the paper bag. "This is ridiculous. I'm not a kitchen appliance.
There are plastic bags with zippers on them. I've seen them in commercials," Dragos said to her. He snapped his fingers, trying to remember the name. "You put food in them."
"Ziploc bags?" she asked in a cautious voice.
He pointed at her. "Yes. I want one.
No one had ever called me unnatural before, except for the time I put ketchup on a taco. But seriously, we'd been out of salsa, so what else was I supposed to do?
Bottled, was he?" Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. "Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a certain utensil - well - well, nevermind.
I'm OK with firing people when they fuck up, but canning them when they've done nothing wrong - that's painful. [on the layoffs needed after 9/11 hit the business]
bottle of boxed wine
Unleavened Bread, all
The raw tomato, devoured in the garden when freshly picked, is a horn of abundance of simple sensations, a radiating rush in one's mouth that brings with it every pleasure ... a tomato, an adventure.
I, alas, must present myself somewhat ignominiously as a chef in a busy kitchen. Somewhere a novel is bubbling on a back burner, an old attempt at history may come out of the freezer.
His popcorn exploded with truffle oil and shaved Parmesan, or chopped pretzels and chewy flecks of caramel. Today's batch smelled like curry and toasted almonds.
Jack Reacher ordered espresso, double, no peel, no cube, foam cup, no china, and before it arrived at his table he saw a man's life change forever.
Lord," he said, "on this holiest of days, we thank you for food and ammunition. May our ships get through and the enemy's get lost." They all said "Amen" and then the orderlies brought in something that the cook had made out of bread crumbs and canned malevolence. Alistair
Success comes in cans, not can'ts.
I'm the kind of bastard they only manufacture in the barrel.
Just when you think that maybe Brennus is running' out of crazy, he shows up with a brand new can of it ... economy size.
When you been in stir a little while, you can smell a question comin' from hell to breakfast.
I told [reporters] that I sprinkled marijuana on my organic buckwheat pancakes, and then when I ran my five miles to the ballpark, it made me impervious to the bus fumes. That's when [Baseball Commissioner] Bowie Kuhn took me off his Christmas list.
Hunter he had these big tins of crushed pineapple that he'd gotten from the army,' Garcia said, 'and i had this glove compartment full of plastic spoons, and we had this little cooperative scene, eating this crushed pineapple day after day and sleeping in the cars and walking around.
Recipe? Recipe? We don' need no stinkin' recipe.
Raw I'mma give it to ya, with no trivia.
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia.
Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)
I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?
Pissing in jars, they had never been handed a fifteen-year-old Kotex product by the school nurse. But they trusted me and Paula, so I'm proud to say we made
Just because I am a chef doesn't mean I don't rely on fast recipes. Indeed, we all have moments when, pressed for time, we'll use a can of tuna and a tomato for a first course. It's a question of choosing the right recipes for the rest of the menu.
It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.
Foster poured some more bourbon for his guest. I don't know what it's
There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.
We sucked in atheism with our canned milk.
I am a product of the draft.
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
I can cook anything.
We may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.
home and there it sits on the counter, going sour.
I'm sick of Soup Of The Day, man. It's time we make a decision. I need to know what Soup From Now On is.
nothing in the bag but a quart
How much better a man feels when he is mixed with halibut and leg of mutton and roebuck
Manufactured spirit is much more reliable than organic spirit.
I cannot wait to see the day that one day we will have a chef that will become the secretary of food of the United States of America.
I'm a tomato freak, but sometimes you have to get it in ketchup form for people to be able to open to tomatoes.
At our production company, the trademark dish - and this sounds particularly revolting - is curried pickled herring.
I'm too drunk to taste this chicken
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
Rorshach's journal. October 16, 1985. Been waiting in Moloch's fridge for three hours. Ate two raw eggs and packet of honey mustard sauce. Just realized I am sitting on baking soda. Freezing ass off. Really have to take leak.
Student food." His eyes went to the tomato on the sill. "Whatever's in the refrigerator over pasta.