Food And Drink

"Vladimir: Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night, I waited for Godot? That Pozzo passed, with his carrier, and that he spoke to us? Probably. But in all that what truth will there be? [Estragon, having struggled with his boots in vain, is dozing off again. Vladimir looks at him.] He'll know nothing. He'll tell me about the blows he received and I'll give him a carrot. [Pause.] Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. [He listens.] But habit is a great deadener. [He looks again at Estragon.] At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on. [Pause.] I can't go on! [Pause.] What have I said?"

"I didn't climb to the top of the fuckin' food chain to eat carrots."

"I have the right to do whatever I wish with my property. If I own a pile of wood, I can set fire to it even if it is currently nailed together in the shape of a barn. Cigarettes may not be healthy for me in the long run, but I have the freedom to smoke them anyway. Drinking alcohol may or may not have negative side effects, but even if it does, the government has no authority to prohibit you from consuming it, even if it is "in your own best interest." Since when do we let the government decide what is or isn't good for us? What the hell does Congress know about nutrition, anyway? (For that matter, what does Congress know about the Constitution?) If the government can use force whenever something is "in our best interest" then government should force everyone to wake up at 7am every morning for calisthenics in the front yard. Fast food establishments should be torn down and replaced with bars that serve carrot juice and alfalfa sprouts, since—"it's in your best interest." This paternalistic attitude that "the government knows best" and that you are merely a helpless child is insulting and reprehensible. Hitler used the same attitude to persuade the Germans to subjugate themselves to the "Fatherland.""

"Yes, a bunch of carrots, observed directly, painted simply in the personal way one sees it, worth more than the Ecole’s everlasting slices of buttered bread, that tobacco-juice painting, slavishly done by the book? The day is coming when a single original carrot will give birth to a revolution"

"From that day on, we was always together. Jenny and me was like peas and carrots."

"If carrots got you drunk, rabbits would be fucked up."

"Though wheat is the leading bread cereal, flour or meal made from any of the other grains, or from dried peas, beans, es, s, etc., when mixed with a certain proportion of wheat flour, will make good bread. Common foods which can be so used to replace wheat in cooking and in meal planning include corn, barley, rice, , Kafir, , feterita, beans, s, s, potato, , , , , squash, etc."

"How can a nation be called great if its bread tastes like kleenex?”"

"Like a lot of liberals back then, Mrs. Raymond believed that the act of eating entailed important moral choices. Lunch was never just lunch; it was a statement about your values. Mrs. Raymond talked a lot about food. Some foods were virtuous (sprouts and tofu), while others were irredeemably sinful (sugary breakfast cereals). Nothing was more unethical than white bread, which Mrs. Raymond described as the product of ruling-class oppression. Medieval lords could afford to have the bran milled from their grain, while the peasants made due with hearty brown loaves. But in the end the joke was on the lords. With no nutrition in their bread, they died earlier than their macrobiotic serfs. Was any of this true? I have no idea, but it made for a memorable parable. To this day, the sight of Wonder Bread makes me anxious."

"Todos los duelos con pan son buenos."

"I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulder blades, only I seldom had bread."

"“Ain't there a real fine smell?” said the taxi driver. “Just delivered five dozen loaves!” “That,” said the young man, “is the perfume of Eden on the first morn.”"

"Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts."

"Every man, black, white or yellow, has a mouth to be fed and two hands with which to feed it, and that bread should be allowed to go to that mouth without controversy."

"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow."

"Roti kapda aur makan (food, clothes and shelter)"

"Baking bread is a lot like growing your faith in the Lord, Carrie Louise. You mix together the best ingredients you can find and wait for the mixture to mature, but it's the heat of the oven that makes it something of worth and substance. The same way the tribulations of this world mature a persons faith.”"

"Give us today our daily bread!"

"There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.”"

"Man needs dignity even more than he needs bread."

"There are people in the world so hungry that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread."

"Perhaps this war will make it simpler for us to go back to some of the old ways we knew before we came over to this land and made the Big Money. Perhaps, even, we will remember how to make good bread again."

"[Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread."

"The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight..."

"Bread made of wheat, as compared with that made of barley, is more nourishing, more digestible, and in every way superior."

"These findings show us that starvation is now threatening large parts of the Syrian population."

"When it is about someone's else bread, it is easy to say "I will give it to you", but the time of actual giving can be as far away as the sky. If you go after the man who said "I will give it to you", he will say "I cannot give it to you -- the bread has just been finished up"."

"You can't have an omelette unless you break the egg."

"Eggs and oaths are soon broken."

"Don't put all your eggs in one basket."

"Better an egg today than a hen tomorrow."

"A box without hinges, key or lid, Yet golden treasure inside is hid."

"I'll no pullet-sperm in my brewage."

"When she saw me cooking eggs, she thought I was back at it."

"I love eggs so much. I feel like my day hasn’t started until I’ve had eggs. I’m probably gonna die from high cholesterol."

"The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world."

"O the hard-boiled eggs! There are two corner-stones necessary for a picnic — sunshine and hard-boiled eggs."

"'And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall. 'It's very provoking,' Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, 'to be called an egg — very!' 'I said you looked like an egg, Sir,' Alice gently explained. 'And some eggs are very pretty, you know,' she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of compliment."

"A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg."

"Going as if he trod upon eggs."

"I am egg and always will be, and we are eggs and always will be. Fried eggs. Or rotten eggs. Boiled eggs. Or scrambled eggs. Poached eggs. Or round eggs. Eggs. Eggs. Eggs."

"For Children: You will need to know the difference between Friday and a fried egg. It's quite a simple difference, but an important one. Friday comes at the end of the week, whereas a fried egg comes out of a chicken. Like most things, of course, it isn't quite that simple. The fried egg isn't properly a fried egg until it's been put in a frying pan and fried. This is something you wouldn't do to a Friday, of course, though you might do it on a Friday. You can also fry eggs on a Thursday, if you like, or on a cooker. It's all rather complicated, but it makes a kind of sense if you think about it for a while."

"But the worst slaughter, though with least hullabaloo Suffered hens. To the hencoop young Chook grimly flew, With a noose from their perches he fishes out thence Cockerils, and the rough-feathered, and big-crested hens. He each bird in turn throttled and in one heap stacked, Perfect poultry, which never for pearl barley lacked."

"Hungry gentry now pillage, maraud as they please, In the barn Baptist greatly beasts' numbers decreased 'Sprinkling' heads of two oxen, two calves and one goat, While Razor his sabre sank deep in each throat. Awl, with his rapier, also ran up to their aid Sticking old boars and piglets below shoulder blade. Now death threatens the poultry – the geese, alert flocks, Which once saved Rome from Gauls in the dark climbing rocks, Vainly cackle for succour; no Manlius will come..."

"No loss there of life human, but benches and chairs Had legs broken; such wounds, too, the long table bears, Stripped of cloths and of covers, fell on the plates dying, Wet with wine, as a knight on bloody bucklers lying, Among numerous chickens and turkeys stripped nude, From whose breasts, transfixed lately, forks stiffly protrude."

"Then the men were served vodka; their seats all assumed And Lithuanian cold barszcz in the silence consumed. After barszcz came crab, chicken, asparagus stalks, Hand-in-hand with Malaga, red clarets and hocks..."

"In the pots warmed the bigos; mere words cannot tell Of its wondrous taste, colour and marvellous smell. One can hear the words buzz, and the rhymes ebb and flow, But its content no city digestion can know. To appreciate the Lithuanian folksong and folk food, You need health, live on land, and be back from the wood. Without these, still a dish of no mediocre worth Is bigos, made from legumes, best grown in the earth; Pickled cabbage comes foremost, and properly chopped, Which itself, is the saying, will in one's mouth hop; In the boiler enclosed, with its moist bosom shields Choicest morsels of meat raised on greenest of fields; Then it simmers, till fire has extracted each drop Of live juice, and the liquid boils over the top, And the heady aroma wafts gently afar. Now the bigos is ready. With triple hurrah Charge the huntsmen, spoon-armed, the hot vessel to raid, Brass thunders and smoke belches, like camphor to fade, Only in depths of cauldrons, there still writhes there later Steam, as if from a dormant volcano's deep crater."

"Like a baldachin, covering the sky overhead. Above the flame stand tripods, made of three spears joined, And big-bellied deep cauldrons are hung from each point, Meats, vegetables, flour, then were brought from the wagons, And the bread. The Judge opened a box full of flagons, These their white heads raise neatly arranged in prim rows; A fine crystal decanter, the largest, he chose (From Father Worm he had it, a present sincere), This was vodka from Gdansk, to a Pole a drink dear; "Long live Gdansk", cried His Honour, flask raising to pour, "The city, which once ours, shall yet ours be once more!" And poured the silvery liquor in turn, till there showed Flakes of gold in the goblets, and in the sun glowed."

"(...) From the grove comes The whole company, carrying all variously, caskets, Kerchiefs knotted at corners, or small wicker baskets Full of mushrooms; young ladies displayed in one hand The imposing boletus, a well-folded fan, In the other hand, tied like a field-flower posy, Carried tree-and-mulch mushrooms, brown, ochre, and rosy."

"There were mushrooms aplenty: the lads 'foxies' gather, In Lithuanian song praised more than is any other, These are maidenhood's emblems, no worm will them blight, And more strange, on them will not an insect alight. After slender 'boletus' the young ladies throng, Which is famed as the colonel of mushrooms in song. All look out for the 'milk-cap', he of the slim waist: Though less featured in ballads, it has the best taste, Fresh or salted, for autumn, or winter use rather, Put away. But the Tribune, of course, 'fly-bane' gathered."