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"Interiores plerique frumenta non serunt, sed lacte et carne vivunt pellibusque sunt vestiti."
"O for a plump fat leg of Mutton, Veale, Lambe, Capon, Pigge, and Conney, None is happy but a Glutton, None an Asse but who wants money."
"There is boiled meat, and roast meat, and meat from the coal, You may chop it, and tear it, and gnash it for fun, An hairy goat’s-skin contains the whole."
"At even ye shall eat flesh, and in the morning ye shall be filled with bread; and ye shall know that I am the LORD your God"
"Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh"
"Some hae meat and canna eat, And some would eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit."
"God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks."
"I have always eaten animal flesh with a somewhat guilty conscience."
"Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine."
"I didn't squawk about the steak, dear. I merely said I didn't see that old horse that used to be tethered outside here."
"War without fire is like sausages without mustard."
"Not eating meat is a decision, eating meat is an instinct."
"I wouldn't touch a hot dog unless you put a condom on it! You realize that the job of a hot dog is to use parts of the animal that the Chinese can't figure out how to make into a belt?"
"Meat is murder."
"We used to have a lot of fun. We never had any problems. We always ate. The fact that we didn't have steak? Who had steak?"
"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding! How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!"
"It is meat, drink, and cloth to us."
"No, I won't condemn anyone for putting ketchup on a hot dog. This is the land of the free. And if someone wants to put ketchup on a hot dog and actually eat the awful thing, that is their right. It is also their right to put mayo or chocolate syrup or toenail clippings or cat hair on a hot dog. Sure, it would be disgusting and perverted, and they would be shaming themselves and their loved ones. But under our system of government, it is their right to be barbarians."
"A king is a thing men have made for their own sakes, for quietness' sake. Just as in a family one man is appointed to buy the meat."
"O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on."
"It may indeed be doubted, whether butcher's meat is any where a necessary of life. Grain and other vegetables, with the help of milk, cheese, and butter, or oil, where butter is not to be had, it is known from experience, can, without any butcher's meat, afford the most plentiful, the most wholesome, the most nourishing, and the most invigorating diet."
"I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood."
"A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food; therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite. And to act so is immoral."
"God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat."
"This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men."
"In all the round world of Utopia there is no meat. There used to be. But now we cannot stand the thought of slaughter-houses. And, in a population that is all educated, and at about the same level of physical refinement, it is practically impossible to find anyone who will hew a dead ox or pig. We never settled the hygienic question of meat-eating at all. This other aspect decided us. I can still remember, as a boy, the rejoicings over the closing of the last slaughter-house."
"When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood— Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of England, And Old England's roast beef."
"A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid."
"Who lives longer? the man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes 'till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time."
"I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit."
"Where's the beef?"
"About this time, I heard of a well known Hindu having been converted to Christianity. It was the talk of the town that, when he was baptized, he had to eat beef and drink liquor, that he also had to change his clothes, and that thenceforth he began to go about in European costume including a hat. These things got on my nerves. Surely, thought I, a religion that compelled one to eat beef, drink liquor, and change one's own clothes did not deserve the name. I also heard that the new convert had already begun abusing the religion of his ancestors, their customs and their country. All these things created in me a dislike for Christianity."
"Meanwhile, another Tabligh movement had arisen in Haryana under the leadership of Shah Muhammad Ramzan (1769-1825). “He found that the converted Rajputs and Jats… were in no way different from their Hindu counterparts in culture, customs and celebration of religious festivals… Shah Muhammad Ramzan used to sojourn in areas inhabited by such converted Rajputs, dissuade them from practising Hindu rites, and persuade them to marry their cousins (real uncle’s daughters which converts persistently refused to do). They equally detested eating cow’s flesh. To induce them to eat beef, he introduced new festivals like Maryam ka Roza and ‘Rot-bot’. On this day, observed on 17 Rajjab, a ‘pao’ of roasted beef placed on a fried bread was distributed amongst relatives and near and dear ones… Such endeavours ruled out the possibility of reconversion and helped in the ‘Islamization’ of neo-Muslims…”"
"When Araki accomplished the mission of converting people and training and guiding them in the new faith, he addressed the task of converting and guiding the womenfolk. Pious, puritanical, honest and trustworthy dervishes and sufis were selected and the task assigned to them. They were sent to all villages, localities and towns. In fact they reached each and every house. When they came to a homestead, they would get hold of the cow belonging to the housekeeper, kill it and sit down to eat beef in the company of womenfolk and family members. Along with this they administered the recitation of kelima to the womenfolk of the household, and taught them the basics of religion, the pillars of faith and the teachings of Islam. Distinguished vicegerents and sincere dervishes would enter the houses of aristocrats and the elite in order to administer kelima to them and make them eat beef. They would honour them by accepting their expression of repentance and make them promise that they would regularly offer prayers (namaz), observe fasts and other obligations. They also undertook to abstain from what was not permitted (in Islam). These special vicegerents and dervishes spread out in the suburbs of the towns and cities such as Pampur, Kani Pore (?) Shihabuíd-Din Pora etc. Men and women in these areas were apprised of what was permissible and what was not permissible in Islam."
"Many years ago I found out something about hamburgers that really grossed me out. You may not know this, so I hope I don't make you sick, but it turns out hamburgers are actually made out of dead cows. I am not making this up. Needless to say, as soon as I discovered that, I gave up meat entirely."
"Nor wander from your selves with Tom Abroad to beg your bacon,"
"Seyned bacoun, and somtyme an ey or tweye."
"The bacoun was nat fet for hem, I trowe, That som men han in Essex at Dunmowe."
"Ethically, she couldn't cause the suffering of any living thing. Logically, bacon cheeseburgers were delicious."
"For us the pig's the means, while bacon is the end Providing gustatory heights to which we can ascend."
"For winning wolde I al his lust endure, And make me a feyned appetyt; And yet in bacon hadde I never delyt."
"These two did oftentimes do the two-backed beast together, joyfully rubbing and frotting their bacon 'gainst one another."
"And, really, can one let chicken cutlets de volaille perish?"
": Mikhail Bulgakov. The Master and Margarita"
"Make cutlets de volaille for her. / Anything but cutlets de volaille! It's what chanteuses eat, cutlets de volaille."
": Arkady Averchenko. A woman in a restaurant"
"Question: What has feathers and glows in the dark? Answer: Chicken Kiev."
"Art: Where'd you learn to speak English so well?"
"Archie/Wanda (recalling Russian words they know): Glasnost. Molotov. Blinis. Lenin. Pushkin. Chicken Kiev. Dostoyevsky. Roubles. Vladivostok."
"Roger: They have chicken Kiev. The butter squirts everywhere."
"Brent: I mean, there's chicken, uh, I like the fried element to it, big fan of fried. But then some kind of goop oozed out of it. Not a big fan of goop."
"Galina "Red" Reznikov: No more processed chicken that looks like a hockey puck and tastes like … wet paper. Real chicken Kiev."
"Galina "Red" Reznikov: All I wanted was to eat the chicken that is smarter than other chickens and to absorb its power. And make a nice Kiev."
"We concluded our Walk with a Glass of Burton-Ale, and a Slice of Hung-Beef."
"On side-tables stand wholesome cold-meats, royal rounds of beef not wanting, with bread thinly sliced and buttered:"
"In half a quarter of a mile's length of , at one time, there shall be six hundred newly slaughtered en hanging up, and seven hundred sheep— but, the more the merrier— proof of prosperity. Hard by and Warwick Lane, you shall see the little children, inured to sights of brutality from their birth, trotting along the alleys, mingled with troops of horribly busy pigs, up to their ankles in blood— but it makes the young rascals hardy. Into the imperfect sewers of this overgrown city, you shall have the immense mass of corruption, engendered by these practices, lazily thrown out of sight, to rise, in poisonous gases, into your house at night, when your sleeping children will most readily absorb them, and to find its languid way, at last, into the river that you drink— but, the French are a frog-eating people who wear wooden shoes, and it's O the roast beef of England, my boy, the jolly old English roast beef!"
"When mighty rost Beef was the Englishman’s Food, It ennobled our Hearts, and enriched our Blood; Our Soldiers were brave, and our Courtiers were good. Oh the Rost Beef of Old England, And Old England’s Rost Beef!Then, Britons, from all nice Dainties refrain, Which effeminate Italy, France, and Spain; And mighty Rost Beef shall command on the Main. Oh the Rost Beef, &c."
"Roast beef and plum pudding are also held in superstitious veneration,"
"The English men understand almost better than any other people the art of properly roasting a joint, which is also not to be wondered at; because the art of cooking as practised by most English men does not extent much beyond roast beef and plum pudding."
"When mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman’s Food, It ennobled our Veins and enriched our Blood, Our Soldiers were brave and our Courtiers were good. Oh the Roast Beef of Old England, And old English Roast Beef.But since we have learn’d from all-conquering France To eat their Ragouts as well as to dance, We are fed up with nothing but vain Complaisance. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.Our Fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong, And kept open House with good Cheer all Day long, Which made their plump Tenants rejoice in this song, Oh the Roast Beef, &c.But now we are dwindled, to what shall I name? A sneaking poor Race, half begotten—and tame, Who sully the Honours that once shone in Fame. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the Throne, E’er Coffee, or Tea, and such Slip Slops were known, The World was in Terror, if e’er she did frown. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.In those Days, if Fleets did presume on the Main, They seldom, or never return’d back again, As witness the vaunting Armada of Spain. Oh the Roast Beef, &c.Oh then they had Stomachs to eat and to fight, And when Wrongs were a-cooking to do themselves right. But now we’re a—I cou’d—but good Night. Oh the Roast Beef of Old England, And old English Roast Beef."
"Give but an Englishman his whore and ease, Beef and a sea-coal fire, he's yours forever."
"And the swine, though he divide the hoof, and be clovenfooted, yet he cheweth not the cud; he is unclean to you."
"They that sanctify themselves, and purify themselves in the gardens behind one tree in the midst, eating swine’s flesh, and the abomination, and the mouse, shall be consumed together, saith the LORD."
"He hath forbidden you only carrion, and blood, and swineflesh, and that which hath been immolated to (the name of) any other than Allah. But he who is driven by necessity, neither craving nor transgressing, it is no sin for him. Lo! Allah is Forgiving, Merciful."
"PIG, n. An animal (Porcus omnivorus) closely allied to the human race by the splendor and vivacity of its appetite, which, however, is inferior in scope, for it sticks at pig."
"TRICHNOSIS, n. The pig's reply to proponents of porcophagy.Moses Mendlessohn having fallen ill sent for a Christian physician, who at once diagnosed the philosopher's disorder as trichinosis, but tactfully gave it another name. "You need an immediate change of diet," he said; "you must eat six ounces of pork every other day.""Pork?" shrieked the patient—"pork? Nothing shall induce me to touch it!""Do you mean that?" the doctor gravely asked."I swear it!""Good!—then I will undertake to cure you.""
"Ham is generally not half-soaked; as salt as brine, and hard as flint; and it would puzzle the stomach of an ostrich to digest it."
"He was a shrewd and sound Divine, Of loud Dissent the mortal terror; And when, by dint of page and line, He ’stablish’d Truth, or startled Error, The Baptist found him far too deep; The Deist sigh’d with saving sorrow; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dream’d of tasting pork to-morrow."
"‘Now with the sucking pig we’ll have —’‘Sucking pig?’ said Croxley. ‘We’ve got a firm of frozen-food specialists downstairs and if you think they can rustle up a deepfreeze sucking pig at the drop of a hat...’‘Listen Croxley, if I say I want sucking pig I mean I want sucking pig. And anyway they don’t rustle the sucking things. At least to the best of my knowledge they don’t. They snatch the little buggers from their mother’s teats and —’‘Yes, sir,’ said Croxley hurriedly, cutting short the terrible explanation he could see coming. ‘Sucking pigs it is.’‘No it isn’t. It’s one, one with an apple between its gums.’"
"‘And you need not turn up your nose at the provender, Master Gimli,’ said Merry. ‘This is not orc-stuff, but man-food, as Treebeard calls it. Will you have wine or beer? There’s a barrel inside there – very passable. And this is first-rate salted pork. Or I can cut you some rashers of bacon and broil them, if you like. I am sorry there is no green stuff: the deliveries have been rather interrupted in the last few days! I cannot offer you anything to follow but butter and honey for your bread. Are you content?’‘Indeed yes,’ said Gimli. ‘The score is much reduced.’"
"Pippin: The salted pork is particularly good. Gimli [longingly]: Salted pork?"
"LITIGATION, n. A machine which you go into as a pig and come out of as a sausage."
"His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;—"
"Like enough, you won’t be glad, When they come to hang you, lad: But bacon’s not the only thing That’s cured by hanging from a string."
"The capon is above all other foules praised, for as much as it is easily digested."
"He escorted her to the enormous open fire of wood in front of which a row of once-feathered vertebrates were slowly revolving on a horizontal rod.“We return always to the old methods, mademoiselle,” said he. “Here in this kitchen we cook by electricity, by gas, by everything you wish, but for the volaille we return always to the old methods. Wood fire.”The intense heat halted Gracie. The master, however, august showman, walked right into it, seized an iron spoon fit for supping with the devil, and, having scooped up an immense spoonful of the fat which had dripped drop by drop from the roasting birds, poured it tenderly over them, and so again and again."
"A magnificent turkey had just been taken off the spit, well-shaped, golden, done to a turn, and the odour from which was enough to tempt a saint."
"Really, we have just eaten a superb turkey. It was excellent, crammed with truffles up to its beak, tender as a fat pullet, plump as an ortolan, fragrant as a thrush. To be sure, we only left the bones."
"The goose at Michaelmas is as famous in the mouths of the million, as the minced-pie at Christmas; but for those who eat with delicacy, it is by that time too full-grown. The true period when the goose is in its highest perfection, is when it has just acquired its full growth, and not begun to harden. If the March goose is insipid, the Michaelmas goose is rank; the fine time is between both, from the second week in June to the first in September."
".— Many creatures are endowed with a ready discernment to see what will turn to their own advantage and emolument; and often discover more sagacity than could be expected. Thus, my neighbour's poultry watch for wagons loaded with , and, running after them, pick up a number of grains which are shaken from the sheaves by the agitation of the carriages."
"When the goose was on the table, huge and golden and running with gravy, it was not begun upon all at once. A sort of respectful wonderment had silenced every tongue. There were winks and nods, as everybody pointed it out to everybody. What a devilish fine fat beast it was! what legs! what a breast!"
"But when the long hours of Public are past And we meet with Champaign and a Chicken at last, May every fond Pleasure that hour endear, Be banish’d afar both Discretion and Fear, Forgetting or scorning the Airs of the Croud He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud, Till lost in the Joy, we confess that we live And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive."
"If thou didst feed on western plains of yore; Or waddle wide with flat and flabby feet Over some Cambrian mountain’s plashy moor; Or find in farmer’s yard a safe retreat From gypsy thieves, and foxes sly and fleet; If thy grey quills, by lawyer guided, trace Deeds big with ruin to some wretched race, Or love-sick poet’s sonnet, sad and sweet, Wailing the rigour of his lady fair; Or if, the drudge of housemaid’s daily toil, Cobwebs and dust thy pinions white besoil, Departed Goose! I neither know nor care. But this I know, that thou wert very fine, Season’d with sage and onions, and port wine."
"Sweet Peggy round her car, sir, Has strings of ducks and geese, But the scores of hearts she slaughters By far outnumber these; While she among her poultry sits, Just like a turtle-dove, Well worth the cage, I do engage, Of the blooming god of Love! While she sits in the low-backed car, The lovers come near and far, And envy the chicken That Peggy is pickin’, As she sits in the low-backed car."
"Nort had chickens, I had cocks, Gamesome cocks, loud-crowing cocks; Mysie ducks, and Elspie drakes,— For a wee groat or a pound: We lost nae time wi’ gives and takes."
"The bird, that’s fetcht from Phasis flood, Or choysest Hens of Affricke brood; These please our palats. And why these? Cause they can but seldome please. Whilst the Goose soe goodly white, And the drake yeeld noe delight, Though his wings conceited hewe Paint each feather, as if new. These for vulgar stomackes be, And relish not of raritye. But the pretious Scarus, sought In farthest clime; what e’re is bought With Shipwrackes toyle, ô, that is sweet, ’Cause the quicksands handseld it. The pretious Barbill, now groune rife, Is cloying meat. How stale is Wife? Deare Wife hath ne’re a handsome letter, Sweet Mistresse soundes a great deale better. Rose quakes at name of Cinnamon. Unles’t be rare, what’s thought upon?"
"Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host’s Canary wine? Or are fruits of Paradise Sweeter than those dainty pies Of venison? O generous food! Drest as though bold Robin Hood Would, with his Maid Marian, Sup and bowse from horn and can."