Beautiful food writing...
"As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans."
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
"My sister had a trenchant way of cutting our bread-and-butter for us that never varied. First, with her left hand she jammed the loaf hard and fast against her… Then she took some butter (not too much) on a knife and spread it on the loaf, in an apothecary kind of way, as if she were making a plaister — using both sides of the knife with a slapping dexterity, and trimming and moulding the butter off round the crust. Then, she gave the knife a final smart wipe on the edge of the plaister, and then sawed a very thick round off the loaf: which she finally, before separating from the loaf, hewed into two halves, of which Joe got one, and I the other."
"No one who has ever walked through a Middle Eastern spice street can ever forget the intoxicating effect of mingled scents nor the extraordinary displays of knotted roots, bits of bark and wood, shrivelled pods, seeds, berries, translucent resins, curious-looking plants, bulbs, buds, petals, stigmas, even beetles." - Claudia Roden
"As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans."― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
"My sister had a trenchant way of cutting our bread-and-butter for us that never varied. First, with her left hand she jammed the loaf hard and fast against her… Then she took some butter (not too much) on a knife and spread it on the loaf, in an apothecary kind of way, as if she were making a plaister — using both sides of the knife with a slapping dexterity, and trimming and moulding the butter off round the crust. Then, she gave the knife a final smart wipe on the edge of the plaister, and then sawed a very thick round off the loaf: which she finally, before separating from the loaf, hewed into two halves, of which Joe got one, and I the other."
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
"No one who has ever walked through a Middle Eastern spice street can ever forget the intoxicating effect of mingled scents nor the extraordinary displays of knotted roots, bits of bark and wood, shrivelled pods, seeds, berries, translucent resins, curious-looking plants, bulbs, buds, petals, stigmas, even beetles." - Claudia Roden
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