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Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
Delicious is a just and firm encounter of two in a thought, in a feeling.
I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage.
The meal was pretentious - a kind of beetroot soup with greasy croutons; pork underdone with loud vulgar cabbage, potato croquettes, tinned peas in tiny jam-tart cases, watery gooseberry sauce; trifle made with a resinous wine, so jammy that all my teeth lit up at once.
What a night, I'm telling you. Odious. Odious with cherries on top.
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.
Noodly: the act of being noodle-like, as in, Vivia drinks one Red Beach and she feels noodly.
Lois looked edible, and you know it was tender all the way through, a kind of mystic combination of filet mignon and a Georgia peach aching for the tongue and ready to bleed gold.
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.
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
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!
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
A crier of green sauce.
Good God!" Lids sliding closed, he moaned. I think I was witnessing a foodgasm and it was far too similar to another gasm I never wanted to hear from my father.
I should avert my eyes. This shit would scar me.
I'll tell you right now, a ghoul's hunger is true hell.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Hunger is the best pickle.
Rough as a badger's arse
Such grief might be to them quite delicious, a delicacy.
Jules hated it when I used "delicious" to describe anything but food, but that day he was nothing if not a sugar cone of melting sea salt and caramel gelato.
...All that grotty jiz crusting to sugar in my ass crevice...
pickle juice on a cookie.
I'd kill for 'somewhat frosty.'
Martin Silenus sniffed a jar, found a knife on the sandwich plate, and added great dollops of horseradish to his sandwich. His eyes sparkled with tears as he ate.
We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.
You make me wanna staple bagels to my face, then remove them with a pitchfork.
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called it 'vegetable soup'. I called it inedible slop.
together they breakfasted on 'Venison and Chockalatte',
Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way."
Incredulous eyes met his own. "You like your potatoes burned?"
Ah, so he'd been right about that. If he could still recognize what it was she'd cooked, then surely he could eat it.
Pre-Digested', that almost
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.
Just. Plain. [Fu*king.] Grilled. Swordfish.
Oh my God, cheese burn!
Look you dead in the face
Now tell me how good does it taste
On a hot day in Virginia, I know nothing more comforting than a fine spiced pickle, brought up trout-like from the sparkling depths of the aromatic jar below the stairs of Aunt Sally's cellar.
Sheeps' Head Stew Oxtail
Bid the hungry Greek go to heaven, he will go.
[Lat., Graeculus esuriens in coelum, jusseris, ibit.]
Oh yeah? What did you have last night?"
"Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle."
"And the night before?"
"Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle."
She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?"
He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh ... beans and franks. On Monday.
There is nothing worse than grilled vegetables.
I'm tired of eating your family's lousy, tasteless recipes," Dad said.
"Tasteless recipes? My grandmother's rolling in her grave!"
"It's from indigestion.
Thou art god, I am god. All that groks is god.
Squeamish stomachs cannot eat without pickles.
Gourmet: Usually little more than a glutton festooned with credit cards.
Charred, blackened, and cooked, the morsel was brought to the mouth and chewed, contemplated, and swallowed with relish. There was no sauce or seasoning and no consideration for aesthetics or art. Yet the combination of meat and fire yielded something revolutionary. Cooked meat made man happy.
the best choice we have on the menu tonight.
This is a very marvelous thing. A winter thing, when everything is pickled and preserved under glass. You can taste summer in this mixture, summer boiled down and soaked in brine, mummified, packed with spices to be born again on this table, in this place, in this snow.
eaten for lunch.
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.
Owen scooped up a mound of cereal. "Box said they were magically delicious." He cleared his spoon with a big bite.
"Well, they're definitely delicious, but only you are both magical and delicious." She leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
Mesmerizing - the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow.
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
up mimosas and croissants at Billy's. No, no. In the Lowcountry it's got gravy on it - the
Troubles cured you salty as a country ham, smoky to the taste, thick-skinned and tender inside.
Are you going to wolf out and eat me now?"
"Certainly not, you'd be stringy and hard to digest."
"But kosher."
"I'll be sure to point any Jewish lycanthropes in your direction.
He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
For a wolf, no," said Tabaqui, "but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose?" He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.
Well Buddy's in the kitchen grating cheese like a grating fool. We've decided to do nacho's. Ralphie's gaze moved to Hector and he informed him, It's the food of your people.
By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!
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.
and a couple of days later he sent Strange a haggis (a sort of Scotch pudding) as a present.
gamos, meaning a marriage or conjoining of hunter and prey.
You ask a starved man," Gerritszoon says, "to drink to a glutton.
I love, love, love the street-cart food. Gyros are like a meat-flavored fruit roll-up. A meat roll-up.
A nasty surprise in a sandwich
wholly satisfactory,
Bland, good as a side dish, but really only palatable when there is nothing better available.
There's only one way to satisfy a ghoul's hunger.
Drop-dead freshly fucked gorgeous.
There have been rich meat and bloody wine. There have been brandies, and thick puddings. There has already been some dirty talk. Selina is in high spirits, and as for me, I'm a gurgling wizard of calorific excess.
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Their best and most wholesome feeding is upon one dish and no more and the same plaine and simple: for surely this hudling of many meats one upon another of divers tastes is pestiferous. But sundrie sauces are more dangerous than that.
Poor thing, consigned to a life of frivolousness and wretched things for breakfast. Not allowed to go to school or do anything worthwhile, and eel pie besides.
Thou art to me a delicious torment.
Just thoroughgoingly nasty and sick.
Jerrykins, or Pickled Gherkins. Lord Peter was not one of those born uncles who delight old nurses by their
Hellaciously Homely.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
His blood is black and boiling hot, he gurgles ghastly groans. He'll cook you in his dinner pot, your skin, your flesh, your bones.
"And I stole some oxen jerky out of Bercelak's bag. He makes the best oxen jerky."
"Bercelak the Vengeful cooks?"
"Aye. And he's surprisingly good at it, too!
I love you, rotten,
Delicious rottenness.
... wonderful are the hellish experiences,
Orphic, delicate
Dionysos of the Underworld.
Gaiety is to good-humor as animal perfumes to vegetable fragrance. The one overpowers weak spirits, the other recreates and revives them. Gaiety seldom fails to give some pain; good-humor boasts no faculties which every one does not believe in his own power, and pleases principally by not offending.
Salt! Salt! And grease! Greee-suh!"Ax
Holy ripened fuckcheese!
almost exquisite, the slight madness
Bulgy Bears," said
You are about to have your first experience with a Greek lunch. I will kill you if you pretend to like it.
The end of starvation is quite delicious.
Ghastly Bespoke's opinions were not always right. It was his opinion, for example, that he could stand with his back to you and you wouldn't stick a knife in it. How wrong he was.
Pain is a forcing sieve that turns me to gruel.
Good King Wenceslas tastes great; We might as well eat Stephen, When the brains lay round about, Toasted crisp and bleedin'. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though the virus cruel. When a poor man came in sight, He made fine undead fuel.
Bad Sausage and five bogeys will give you a stomach ache every time.
I like a cheese and pickle. Nice cheese and pickle on a real old-fashioned bread. Ploughman's lunch.
You've got a wonderful way with words, disgusting but wonderful.
I. Am. So. Hungry.
Such gluttony second to none
Almost ended fatally
When a bone choked a wolf as he gulped what he ate
Grundy HATE Nazis! Grundy hate EVERYONE!
I like cheese. Fromage.
I'm really glad my food comes murdered.
Rimed and sparkling with sugar, the wrestler lay like some child's flaccid sweetmeat in death, and the dogs licked his eyelids.