When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.

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.

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.

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

It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we expect our dinner, but from their regard for their own interest.

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

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

At a dinner party one should eat wisely but not too well, and talk well but not too wisely.

The proof of the pudding is in the eating.

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

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

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

The decline of the aperitif may well be one of the most depressing phenomena of our time.