What I like about Calcutta is the food. I like simple Bengali food like dal, shukto, fish, and mutton.
Whatever I try to do, I always try to give it my best and try to be a killer because, at the end of the day, if you don’t work hard, you are not going to get food on your table.
There is a perception that anganwadis are merely places where food is provided to children.
I can’t eat at all when I get sad; all I want is soup and easy-to-swallow baby food and, of all things, jelly babies.
My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner – but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.
We need to not pay attention to those stupid kids who would drop their food trays on me in the cafeteria. Because, you know what? They don’t matter anymore.
I’d rather have a good food – lots and lots of different varieties of good foods – than search for something perfect.
There are things I like about fancy Southern food and there are things I really love from just down-home Southern cooking. So mixing those two together would probably be right up my alley.
‘Postmates’ will provide you with any food you can imagine – delivered. Frozen yogurt craving? Need coffee and no time to run? Last minute dinner guests and no food in the house? They take care of it all. Easy and awesome. I’m a fan.
For the sake of argument and illustration I will presume that certain articles of ordinary diet, however beneficial in youth, are prejudicial in advanced life, like beans to a horse, whose common ordinary food is hay and corn.
Big food companies have their priorities, which include selling cheap, unhealthy foods at high profits.
We’ve gotten so far away from our food source. It’s been hijacked from us. But if you get soil, plant something in it and water it, you can feed yourself. It’s that simple.
It’s outrageous that many enlisted people qualify for food stamps because military salaries are so low.
Dream food day, hmm – maybe a hamburger and fries, but honestly, it’s not really a dream because I tend to eat what I want to for the most part.
I’d like to be reincarnated as a French tart. They’re so beautiful and delicate – they’re like my opposite. I’m more of a comfort food: goat cheese with garlic.
I was always a junk food person, still am.
Food is about communal togetherness. Our family does sit at the table. I think it’s a great tragedy if a family doesn’t have a table, as there is such an atmosphere of good will and warmth when we have eight people sitting around it.
Sydney is the most amazing city. The food and the beautiful beaches are fantastic, and all that surf and sunshine make you feel unbelievably relaxed.
It took a lot of time to develop a healthier relationship with food and with my weight.
I believe food is the most brilliant invention ever.
I was raised on T.V. dinners because in those days, they were considered a well-balanced meal. And when I was sick, my mother fed me beef-barley soup and peanut butter sandwiches. That’s about it for childhood food memories.
I learned very early that our health is always impaired by some excess either of food or abstinence, and I never had any physician except myself.
There are many ways to be hungry. One can hunger for love, or fame or social justice, but hunger for food seems to curb all other cravings.
I just hope Americans come to understand that food isn’t something to be manipulated by our teeth and shoved down our gullet, that it’s our spiritual and physical nourishment and important to our well-being as a nation.
Our goals and what we hope to achieve by moving to food assistance is even in supporting the crisis needs of the most vulnerable people, we provide them with the capacity to be more resilient to the next shock.
