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Sometimes the sweetest juices can be found buried within the most mundane of fruits. Entreri
Jam! I love my jam. I've just had a batch of it come through, I've been making it.
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.
Heaven is a homegrown cucumber
Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"
Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.
Lentils are friendly - the Miss Congeniality of the bean world.
Is that a type of food
traditional British tea.
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
The craving today is for something light and spicy, and few have patience, still less desire, to examine carefully that which would make a demand both upon their hearts and
Beans are a real go-to for me.
Wainwright's Fruit Emporium. Mr Wainwright is not able to take calls at this time since he is not right in the head and thinks he is a cucumber. Thank you for calling.
Good garden of peas!
Chard and kale are my favorite these days.
Don't think of onions!
Poireaux vinaigrette aux grains de caviar."
I did a quick translation. "Leeks and fish eggs in vinegar?"
He grinned. "It sounds better in French."
Yeah, but did it taste better?
A very good drink they call Chaube that is almost as black as ink and very good in illness, especially of the stomach. This they drink in the morning early in the open places before everybody, without any fear or regard, out of clay or China cups, as hot as they can, sipping it a little at a time.
What you feed in yourself that grows.
The brussels sprout. This is also the worst vegetable of next year.
peccadillo. So far as my observation goes, men
Coffee and chocolate - the inventor of mocha should be sainted.
Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.
I like beans. Lentils are beans, right? I love beans and rice.
Artichoke: That vegetable of which one has more at the finish than at the start of dinner.
It's Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.
It tasted like one of those herbal concoctions that health-food enthusiasts substitute for tea.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Cucumber. The cucumber is just a pickle before it started drinking.
strange and imported foods.
Sheeps' Head Stew Oxtail
Seeds pour out oil when pressed.
Grapes pour out wine when squeezed.
Herbs pour out medicine when pounded.
Flowers pour out perfume when crushed.
The gifted pour out excellence when tested.
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.
Good Chianti, that aged, majestic and proud wine, enlivens my heart, and frees it painlessly from all fatigue and sadness.
the best choice we have on the menu tonight.
Celery, raw,
Develops the jaw
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
Laminated Lettuce ... perfect for holiday gift giving.
Malefic baneberry. It doesn't taste good, but one teaspoon and a skeleton would dance a jig. He
porcini-asparagus
Garlic is the catsup of intellectuals.
Botany, the science of the vegetable kingdom, is one of the most attractive, most useful, and most extensive departments of human knowledge. It is, above every other, the science of beauty.
pickle juice on a cookie.
Mongolian Fondue," I say. "Very authentic.
Try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard.
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
Our poets have sung of wine, the product of a foreign plant which commonly they never saw, as if our own plants had no juice in them more than the singers.
gastronomic flavours and traditions on display to tease and seduce the senses.
One word, in this place, respecting asparagus. The young shoots of this plant, boiled, are the most unexceptionable form of greens with which I am acquainted.
A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
4) Beet and Pear Flavored Puree
Cucumber reminds me of my mother making me eat sprouts.
Savory ... that's a swell word. And Basil and Betel. Capsicum. Curry. All great. But Relish, now, Relish with a capital R. No argument, that' the best.
Tobacco is my favorite vegetable.
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
In the centre of a spacious table rose a pastry as large as a church, flanked on the north by a quarter of cold veal, on the south by an enormous ham, on the east by a monumental pile of butter, and on the west by an enormous dish of artichokes, with a hot sauce.
I want a dish to taste good, rather than to have been seethed in pig's milk and served wrapped in a rhubarb leaf with grated thistle root.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
The more you eat, the more you toot.
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.
Herbs carried in special baskets, bread wrapped in knotted, muslin cloths, thick stews soured with unripe grape juice, carrots boiled with sugar and rosewater, yoghurt hung from dripping bags, its whey dried in sheets on trays in the sun.
Elves and Dragons! Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you.
~Hamfast Gamgee (the Gaffer)
And Mocha's berry, from Arabia pure, In small fine china cups, came in at last. Gold cups of filigree, made to secure the hand from burning, underneath them place. Cloves, cinnamon and saffron, too, were boiled Up with the coffee, which, I think, they spoiled.
How about peaches, dear? murmurs Madame Manec, and Marie-Laure can hear a can opening, juice slopping into a bowl. Seconds later, she's eating wedges of wet sunlight.
Red Delicious apples, whose misleading name is a travesty.
For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry ... although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
Is that Nutella and bacon?
Slavic peoples get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets.
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Slivered in the moon's eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, (30) Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. Add thereto a tiger's chaudron, For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Anoint the saucepan with a touch of sunflower seed oil. Grease its scars, and as soon as the oils heats up, sprinkle with flour, pour on the bouillon and the moonshine strong as the hearts of the village man who knows not how to love with his words, only with his actions, and ass the chopped apple.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
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Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.
I love celery and people don't use it a lot. Celery and flavors in that family - it really brightens and is refreshing.
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
The normal food of man is vegetable.
It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.
Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.
Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
My absolute favorite food of all time is alpaca.
Cacao is not just a food; it is a "superfood".
I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.
Courage, not cleverness; not even inspiration, is the grain of mustard that grows up to be a great tree.
I'm a big salsa fan!
I believe mustard to be one of the most amazing condiments.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
My mom's collard greens. No one else in the world can make them like hers. I'm not just saying that because she's my mom. She's got some Mississippi secret. I could seriously eat them every day.
Much Virtue in Herbs, little in Men.
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
The oil and wine of merry meeting.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
I was determined to know beans.
Ah, that tastes nice. Thank you.
A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.
And turnips - endless ruptured turnips.
Cheese. The adult form of milk.
Salad, I can't bear salad. It grows while you're eating it, you know.
Corned beef and cabbage - that's our favorite holiday meal when all the O' Haras gather around the table.