Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea? How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

For, say they, when cruising in an empty ship, if you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least.

Cooking is the most massive rush. It’s like having the most amazing hard-on, with Viagra sprinkled on top of it, and it’s still there twelve hours later.

‘Tis a superstition to insist on a special diet. All is made at last of the same chemical atoms.

One of the important requirements for learning how to cook is that you also learn how to eat.

No lyric poems live long or please many people which are written by drinkers of water.

Whatsoever was the father of a disease, an ill diet was the mother.

Feasts must be solemn and rare, or else they cease to be feasts. 

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking unless it be lobster salad and champagne, the only truly feminine and becoming viands.

A great step toward independence is a good-humored stomach, one that is willing to endure rough treatment.

Most vegetarians I ever saw looked enough like their food to be classed as cannibals.

Why is not a rat as good as a rabbit? Why should men eat shrimps and neglect cockroaches?

’Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers.