Hunger gives flavour to the food.

Diet food is not a meal its a medicine.

All worries are less with wine.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

The salt is to the food, what soul is to the body.

A good food is mouthwatering when you see it and finger licking when you eat it.

We love our mother because she cares and also because she cooks.

The mind provides a person with the mental fortitude to survive any physical or spiritual crisis. For the present time, I am satisfying myself by building a little shop in the back of my mind, a place where stillness resides and a jangle of thoughts can come and visit. I am building a room of my own, a room that I can retreat to when needed, a place where I am always welcomed regardless of the trappings of this ordinary and finite life. I do not need much as far as earthy rewards, but I certainly will not spurn food, drink, companionship, love, affection, friendship, or other physical, emotional, spiritual, aesthetic, and sensuous pleasures that find their way to my humble doorstep.

If you are my food, how am I supposed to feel pity towards you? That would mean starvation for me. “A hungry leopard told a fallen, panting, imploring gazelle

If you have food on your table, clothes on your back, a roof on your head, and a dream in your heart, you have everything you need in life.

Addiction brings apathy. Break the apathy, and you break the addiction.

When everyone is hungry and waiting – when things need doing urgently and the clock is ticking - it’s often wiser to get cooking and present a ready-made dish they’ll find tasty to eat rather than getting everyone involved in deciding on the recipe.

You know you want meI can be your mouth's delightYou don't have to work hard to impress meMy price is just rightSo join me on this rideAnd let's get cheesy all day and night - Pizza

Our most potent memories include the taste and smells of foods we enjoyed as a child in part because it reminds us of who fed us a meal.

A full fridge is like an empty one: What am I going to eat?

Big food companies flatter us by telling us how busy we are and they simultaneously convince us that we are helpless. I am moderately busy, but not all that helpless. Neither are you.

Am I alone in this mother-food connection or does being with your mom trigger the sudden and voracious need for large amounts of mac & cheese, rice pudding, and the scraps along the side of a bowl of cookie dough?