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Cuisine in the world - whole roasted fish, Tuscan-style, for instance -
My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.
I guess I had a hamartia after all.
Carnatur, eh? What are they man-eating daisies?
Tiramisu for desert.
This is a world of the hunters and the hunted, signorina. Tonight you are the prey and I am the hunter!
I am Amaxon Corazon Junia Principia Delgado the Third, and I bent over my meal and wept luxurious tears into my green banana porridge. It was a perfect decoction, and it now would not satisfy me.
Decapitation is faster and more predictable than death by hanging, lethal injection, electric shock or gassing, but the spectacle is too grim for our sensibilities.
It's leviOsa, not levioSA!
Asino tu nascesti, ad asino morrai. [An ass you were born; an ass you will die.]
Seven Deadly Sins. Saligia is an acronym for: superbia, avaritia, luxuria, invidia, gula, ira, and acedia.
Cannibals prefer those who have no spines.
The thought of continually eating something like macaroni, spat out by machinery, fills me with fear and revulsion, so I make macaroni sculptures. I make them and make them and then keep on making them, until I bury myself in the process. I call this 'obliteration.'
There is a restaurant in L.A. called Crustacean, which is very famous for its garlic crab. Well, I can make garlic crab better than Crustacean. My sauce is so good you'll want to dip your bread in it, put it on your egg omelet, in your cereal, and in everything else.
The werehyena Casanova strikes again.
DECALOGUE, n. A series of commandments, ten in number - just enough to permit an intelligent selection for observance, but not enough to embarrass the choice.
OTHELLO Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
ceviche. It was a summertime staple at my
Ego non baptiso te in nomine ... but make out the rest yourself.
Romesco with asparagus is simple and brilliant.
Deathwatch. That's a kind of beetle, it buries carrion. I
In Spain, attempting to obtain a chicken salad sandwich, you wind up with a dish whose name, when you look it up in your Spanish-English dictionary, turns out to mean: Eel with big abcess.
The Japanese have become so smitten with the Western condiment - its texture as silky as a kimono, its tang as understated as the tang of Zen - that today they have a word for mayonnaise junkie: mayora.
a Sicilian grandma is a formidable opponent
I make a bomb vaca frita. It's like a flank steak like with the ropa vieja, but it's fried with garlic and lime. And I make a really good picadillo.
Banned and lionised by drunken cactuses,
eternally sanguine in black and white, raw like the majestic sex on her ruby red deathswoman mouth, silver-coated terror in her eyes.
I pulled the Net chip out of my head, cutting her off. The chip was long and white, with many metal legs; cupped in my hand, it looked like some pale, crawling thing that you'd find living under a rock. Vermin.
Listeria, wisteria. Ha. Funny words. She
The whole enchilada, kid.
Decaf is like masturbating with an oven mitt!
A.J. decides to call Lambiase. He suggests frozen shrimp from Costco, which A.J. now recognizes as Lambiase's default party-throwing suggestion.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
If I did have a tumor, I would name it Marla. Marla, the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you would stop tonguing it, but you can't.
Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
porcini-asparagus
Across the room, Jason soared into the air and lopped the goddess's head off. Sadly, the head flew right back into place. "Unacceptable," Hygeia said calmly. "Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
I chop 'em into salad and my name ain't Caesar.
We murder to dissect.
Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.
Carpe Diam forever after.
Correggio, Caravaggio, Titian, Tintoretto. In them she saw distance and cruelty. Bodies pierced, flayed, crucified. A parade of morbid flesh.
She's dark and heavy-browed and has a mouth like unswept glass - when you least expect it she cuts you.
Her name is Portia
On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.
Abracadabra, moron.
Cucinala come vuoi, ma sempre cocuzza el...Cook squash anyway you like, but it's still squash.
I always thought that a veruca was a sort of wart that you got on the sole of your foot!
In heaven, after antipasti, the first course will be pasta.
If you were to ask me what I couldn't do without, it would be sashimi.
The pesto and angel hair are warm in the bowl on my lap, the fragrances of olive oil and basil blending the exotic and familiar, equal parts sunny Tuscan hillside and hometown dirt. A meal like this makes you want to live forever, if only for the scent of warm pesto in January.
RODERIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!
A metamorphosis ... The shining butterfly of the soul from the pupa of the body. Larva, pupa, imago. An image of art.
Death before Decaf!
Vitanda est improba siren desidia. (One must avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.)
Like the Devil, the Norway lobster is known by a variety of different names: cigala in Spain, langoustine in France, Dublin Bay Prawn in Ireland. And in Italy, as well as the U.K., scampi.
Disembodied limbs
Se scappi non capisci.
What kind of maggot grows in the corpse of a day?
Dance you guys!" Thalia ordered. "You look stupid just standing there."
I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym.
"Well?" Annabeth asked.
"Um, who should I ask?"
She punched me in the gut. "Me, Seaweed Brain."
"Oh. Oh right.
Charantia. Bitter herbs. Bitter.
I do know what my first meal in the next world would be ... Spaghetti Aglio e Olio, heavy on everything.
Her fierce creature of a mind: sleek and sharp-clawed and utterly unwilling to be caught.
When it was cooler, Trazada made a simple meal of sausage, cheese, and bread. She had schooled herself to wait dinner until hunger urged her to eat; it gave seasoning to poor food that no spice could furnish.
("The Generalissimo's Butterfly")
I have a cheese-shredder at home, which is its positive name. They don't call it by its negative name, which is sponge-ruiner. Because I wanted to clean it, but now I have little bits of sponge that would melt easily over tortilla chips.
Zendagi migzara. Life goes on.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
And I, Agnolo di Tura, called the fat, buried my wife and five children with my own hands." The
I'm a Reuben kinda girl, but I'll take a BLT with avocado in a red hot minute if it comes on ciabatta.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
- This Indian wife you have ...
- Had. She's dead.
- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up
an unhappy memory.
- I can't remember anything unhappy
about Destarte.
Sandworms ... you know I hate 'em!
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Perhaps that's a smile on Delia's face-but Delia's half skull turns every expression into a leer. She says, Your uncle had a talent, kid. He made families wherever he went.
... well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead. Not sick. Not wounded. Dead.
passacaglia by the old master Buxtehude.
What has crawled up your butt and died? (Tabitha)
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.
Hey, I just thought of something."
"What?"
"When we're together, we make one whole Italian.
The gaiaphage. That's the other word they use. 'Gaia,' as in world. 'Phage,' as in a worm or something that eats something up. I'm going to go way out on a limb here and say I don't think something that calls itself a 'world eater' is a good thing.
I'm terrified of lasagna. I think it was to eat ME!
What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
Give me the enchilada with the pickle sauce shoved up between the donkey's ass.
We watch the chef slice eel and octopus, delicate operations of dismemberment and amputation. For some reason it makes me think of poetry.
Dei sub numine viget, Under God's power she flourishes
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?"
"Look it up in the phrase book.
Tagliatelle comes from the word tagliare, meaning 'to cut.' Tagliolini are simply thinly cut tagliatelle.
Noli me tangere; for Caesar's I am.
Conceive you - that ass!
Seppuku is Japanese for ritual suicide. I thought, What a cute name for a coat.
I find a package of spaghetti, and I remember seeing bacon and eggs and a block of Parmesan cheese in the refrigerator. I'll make spaghetti carbonara, the perfect
I once typed 'vagina dentata' into dictionary and it asked me, 'Did you mean giant anteater?
Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing
Adina gave a little shriek. "That fish just swam past my leg! Creepy! Where did it go?"
"To your right! Two o'clock! Get it!"
"You are officially the most bloodthirsty vegetarian ever.