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|#5378||There's always free cheese in a mousetrap.|
|#5379||There's nothing like the face of a kid eating a Hershey bar.|
|#5380||Thirteen at a table is unlucky only when the hostess has only twelve chops.|
-- Groucho Marx
|#5381||This is Betty Frenel. I don't know who to call but I can't reach my|
Food-a-holics partner. I'm at Vido's on my second pizza with sausage
and mushroom. Jim, come and get me!
|#5382||This is National Non-Dairy Creamer Week.|
|#5383|| ... This striving for excellence extends into people's personal|
lives as well. When '80s people buy something, they buy the best one, as
determined by (1) price and (2) lack of availability. Eighties people buy
imported dental floss. They buy gourmet baking soda. If an '80s couple
goes to a restaurant where they have made a reservation three weeks in
advance, and they are informed that their table is available, they stalk
out immediately, because they know it is not an excellent restaurant. If
it were, it would have an enormous crowd of excellence-oriented people
like themselves waiting, their beepers going off like crickets in the
night. An excellent restaurant wouldn't have a table ready immediately
for anybody below the rank of Liza Minnelli.
-- Dave Barry, "In Search of Excellence"
|#5384|| To lose weight, eat less; to gain weight, eat more; if you merely|
wish to maintain, do whatever you were doing.
The Bronx diet is a legitimate system of food therapy showing that
food SHOULD be used a crutch and which food could be the most effective in
promoting spiritual and emotional satisfaction. For the first time, an
eater could instantly grasp the connection between relieving depression and
Mallomars, and understand why a lover's quarrel isn't so bad if there's a
pint of ice cream nearby.
-- Richard Smith, "The Bronx Diet"
|#5385||To see the butcher slap the steak, before he laid it on the block,|
and give his knife a sharpening, was to forget breakfast instantly. It was
agreeable, too -- it really was -- to see him cut it off, so smooth and juicy.
There was nothing savage in the act, although the knife was large and keen;
it was a piece of art, high art; there was delicacy of touch, clearness of
tone, skilful handling of the subject, fine shading. It was the triumph of
mind over matter; quite.
-- Dickens, "Martin Chuzzlewit"
|#5386||Tom's hungry, time to eat lunch.|
A large number of turkies [sic] went to San Francisco yesterday by
the two o'clock boats. If their object in going down was to participate in
the Thanksgiving festivities of that city, they would arrive "the day after
the affair," and of course be sadly disappointed thereby.
-- Sacramento Daily Union, November 29, 1861
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