foodie

If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake," Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, "I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.

The plum-colored night sky was shifting to pink to make room for the day, which looked as though it might turn out __lorious and whimsical,_ as the Key West Citizen had promised.

At a time when so many people are just checking things off a bucket list, other travelers are finding that they want more. Going Local explores the whys and how to__ of really experiencing an area and its culture through the people who live there. Includes a plethora of real life travel stories from experts and everyday people alike.

Who am I?" she snaps. "I am America, Israel, England! What am I doing?" She waits another long moment, her eyes shining. "I'm shutting up and listening." She draws the last word out so it hisses through the air. "I am the presidents, the kings, the prime ministers, the highs and the mighties__-I-S-T-E-N!" She spells the word in the air. "The woman who made the baklava has something to say to you! Voil_! You see? Now what am I doing?" She picks up an imaginary plate, lifts something from it, and takes an invisible bite. Then she closes her eyes and says, "Mmm... That is such delicious Arabic-Jordanian-Lebanese-Palestinian baklawa. Thank you so much for sharing it with us! Please will you come to our home now and have some of our food?" She puts down the plate and brushes imaginary crumbs from her fingers. "So now what did I just do? "You ate some baklawa?" She curls her hand as if making a point so essential, it can be held only in the tips of the fingers. "I looked, I tasted, I spoke kindly and truthfully. I invited. You know what else? I keep doing it. I don't stop if it doesn't work on the first or the second or the third try. And like that!" She snaps the apron from the chair into the air, leaving a poof of flour like a wish. "There is your peace.

Eat, as nobody is watching. Enjoy food like that__ the only thing left in your world.

It was common knowledge that big, bad city boys spent the bulk of their time sleeping around, coiffing their hair and posting pictures of food on the internet.

All I have besides food is grief.

I had a lump in my throat the size of a bundt cake pan.

Lollypop...the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks...

The Decision...I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before...

One can hardly do anything productive when one knows there is cake in the fridge.

I take my food very seriously. Whenever I hear that bell, I know Mrs. Norris is hankerin' for some spam.

When they figure out how to bottle up orgasms and sell them as a food additive, I'll be first in line.

The salt is to the food, what soul is to the body.

We love our mother because she cares and also because she cooks.

A good food is mouthwatering when you see it and finger licking when you eat it.

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

Diet food is not a meal its a medicine.