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“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.”
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“A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him.”
― The Long Fall
― The Long Fall
“Our preferences or opinions cannot always be explained or rationalized. There is no accounting for taste. But we can always adjust things to our own liking and learn to regard and accept the differing choices of others. (“The infinite Wisdom of Meditation“)”
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“I don't drink coffee I take tea my dear
I like my toast done on one side ..."
(Englishman in New York)”
― Nothing Like the Sun
I like my toast done on one side ..."
(Englishman in New York)”
― Nothing Like the Sun
“What and how much had I lost by trying to do only what was expected of me instead of what I myself had wished to do? What a waste, what a senseless waste! But what of those things which you actually didn't like, not because you were not supposed to like them, not because to dislike them was considered a mark of refinement and education - but because you actually found them distasteful? The very idea annoyed me. How could you know? It involved a problem of choice. I would have to weigh many things carefully before deciding and there would be some things that would cause quite a bit of trouble, simply because I had never formed a personal attitude toward so much. I had accepted the accepted attitudes and it had made life seem simple ...”
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“In Belinda's dark Craftsman, we drank Riley's cocktails, then ate Belinda's impeccable entrées: roast vegetable lasagna, chicken piccata, shrimp and grits, roast pork with prunes.
"This pork is amazing," said Jennie, present for the first time in weeks. "But I move that from now on, we don't have red meat or pork---not because I'm vegetarian but because those farming practices are so bad for the environment."
In fact, I didn't cook pork or red meat at home (except for brisket at Passover) for precisely Jennie's reason. As a restaurant critic, I ate---or at least tasted---everything. And as a guest, I'd taken the no-asshole pledge and ate whatever my hosts put on the table, though I drew the line at eel. (Some things are too ugly to eat.)
Murmured protests came from the meat-and-potato contingent (Charlotte, Belinda, Sam, and Adrian), but even they agreed that we could stick with chicken and fish.
"And only fish on the safe lists---low-mercury, sustainably farmed," said Jennie.
Adrian said, "Best quit while you're ahead, Jen.”
― Search
"This pork is amazing," said Jennie, present for the first time in weeks. "But I move that from now on, we don't have red meat or pork---not because I'm vegetarian but because those farming practices are so bad for the environment."
In fact, I didn't cook pork or red meat at home (except for brisket at Passover) for precisely Jennie's reason. As a restaurant critic, I ate---or at least tasted---everything. And as a guest, I'd taken the no-asshole pledge and ate whatever my hosts put on the table, though I drew the line at eel. (Some things are too ugly to eat.)
Murmured protests came from the meat-and-potato contingent (Charlotte, Belinda, Sam, and Adrian), but even they agreed that we could stick with chicken and fish.
"And only fish on the safe lists---low-mercury, sustainably farmed," said Jennie.
Adrian said, "Best quit while you're ahead, Jen.”
― Search
“The biggest mistake people make. Are people choosing to make personal preferences a general thing and a general thing a personal preference. That is why they are busy recruiting people to join them in being who they are or what they are. Rather than accepting and letting other people be themselves. Our differences from each other mean diversity. It doesn’t mean there is bad blood, we are enemies, there is no unity, we are fighting or the other one is better than the other. Choose to
let other people be, without projecting your personal experience into their lives.”
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let other people be, without projecting your personal experience into their lives.”
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“Back in North Carolina, the small office in the English Department I shared with another graduate student for our teaching assignments looked like a decorator's version of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, one where Jekyll loved Stranger Things, Funko Pops, and artistically desaturated wedding photos, and Hyde loved death row cinder block walls.”
― Love in the Time of Serial Killers
― Love in the Time of Serial Killers
“Cookies, turkey, stuffing, homemade candies. Leftovers become special treats. And so many cheese-and-sausage platters--- it wasn't a holiday party in Wisconsin without one. For the hard-core Wisconsin-ites, there were the cannibal sandwiches--- raw ground beef on rye bread topped with raw onion. Astra preferred throwing one on the grill, but her dad loved them as is.”
― Once Upon a December
― Once Upon a December
“Each person has a different idea about how they want to finish off a meal.
The Japanese are avid noodle lovers. Eating ramen after having a drink is a classic thing for the Japanese. And then there's curry udon; the Japanese people love curry. So I'm sure there are many people who want to finish off the meal with that.
If those two are a little too heavy, then kitsune udon or warm sōmen would be a lighter alternative."
"Hmm?! So that's what you mean..."
"Some people want to eat something sweet after a drink. And for them, there's red beans with shiratama dumplings...
... and anmitsu for those who want something a little heavy.
For those who don't have a sweet tooth, there's tokoroten...
... and we also have grilled rice cakes wrapped in nori.
And for the extreme sweet lovers, we've made Western style desserts as well: frozen yogurt, chocolate parfait, vanilla milkshake and donuts.”
― Izakaya: Pub Food
The Japanese are avid noodle lovers. Eating ramen after having a drink is a classic thing for the Japanese. And then there's curry udon; the Japanese people love curry. So I'm sure there are many people who want to finish off the meal with that.
If those two are a little too heavy, then kitsune udon or warm sōmen would be a lighter alternative."
"Hmm?! So that's what you mean..."
"Some people want to eat something sweet after a drink. And for them, there's red beans with shiratama dumplings...
... and anmitsu for those who want something a little heavy.
For those who don't have a sweet tooth, there's tokoroten...
... and we also have grilled rice cakes wrapped in nori.
And for the extreme sweet lovers, we've made Western style desserts as well: frozen yogurt, chocolate parfait, vanilla milkshake and donuts.”
― Izakaya: Pub Food
“What would she eat? Meat? Vegan? Vegetarian? Pescatarian? More important, would her taste buds be open to spices? I call this research ocular reconnaissance. The woman meanders toward one of the butchers and points to a goliath-sized leg of lamb---definitely a carnivore. I wonder how she'd prepare her meal---perhaps with slices of garlic stuffed into the meatiest parts of the top, slow roasted with rosemary, with potatoes on the side, the juices, the herbs, infusing into everything. Served with a mint sauce? Or is she the type who colors outside the lines and does something less traditional?”
― The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
― The Spice Master at Bistro Exotique
“I make my way into the kitchen and peek into the oven, where the chicken sits on a bed of onions and carrots, the skin puffing up and sputtering as it turns a deep golden brown. Roast chicken was one of my favorite meals growing up and a dish my mom often made on Sunday night, along with her famous crispy roasted potatoes. Libby liked her roast chicken flavored with lots of lemon and a little garlic, but I preferred mine with lots of garlic, no lemon, and a little bit of paprika under the skin. In an unusual meeting of the minds, that's how my mom preferred it too, so that's how she made it most often. I loved that Sunday night dinner. I loved how it made me feel closer to her for once.”
― A Second Bite at the Apple
― A Second Bite at the Apple
“Everyone has a choice to choose , and you don’t have to like what they chose but you must respect their decision and accept their choices. People these days are triggered by what you don’t like. They want you to agree to everything they say and like by force. If you don’t, then you a bad or evil person . To them it is either you choose what I chose, or you support what I chose. If you decide to choose the opposite . Then you are against what I choose. That is what social media and society make people think. That their preference matters, and other people should not have preferences, but should choose what they chose.”
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“Richness is not found in changing something that does not suit our preferences or orientation. Rather, real richness is found in understanding there is a definitive purpose that will be sacrificed in the changing that the changing will never make up for.”
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“To constantly edit our ethics in order to keep pace with our preferences is to edit ethics that don’t exist in order to accommodate preferences that will never be satisfied.”
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“Sex with him would shatter her because she didn’t have the experience to know better how to modulate and assert her needs and preferences.”
― Jarring Sex
― Jarring Sex
“If a church-going woman is what you value, pursue a church girl. If a stay-at-home wife aligns with your vision, then that’s who you should look for. If you prefer slim women, then seek out a slim woman. If you’re drawn to thicker women, choose a thicker woman. If fitness is important to you, find a fit woman. If you admire a career-oriented woman, go for that. It's perfectly okay to have your preferences. But what you shouldn’t do is marry someone who isn’t your type and make her feel less than others because you’re unsure about what you want.”
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“Are we talking sweet things (gooseberry crumble) or savory (sashimi)? Is it a winter's day (porridge with maple syrup) or deepest summer (chilled agedashi tofu)? Is it a pre-prandial snack (plain crisps) or post-dinner tipple (umeshu with umeboshi)? Is it a snack (plain crisps again) or an indulgent treat (yuzu soft-serve in a cornet)? And what about chargrilled chicken with lemon and za'atar or roast potatoes prised from the roasting tin? What about whipped cod's roe or buttered crumpets?”
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“Love includes everyone, the unique needs, boundaries and preferences of each person. Whatever does not honor, respect and appreciate the needs, boundaries and preferences of self and others, and provide space, safety and separation when it cannot, is not love.”
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“Your favorite color is mint green. You like dramas and comedies. Can't stand gory movies. Hate carrot cakes but will never say no to brownies. You love all animals, except spiders. Your favorite candy is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. You can't stand bullies and attention seekers. You'll try everything in life once, because you want to prove that you can live as normal a life as everyone else." He stopped at the dazed look on my face. "What? Have I got it all wrong?"
That was the problem. He didn't.
He got all of them right.”
― Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice
That was the problem. He didn't.
He got all of them right.”
― Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice
“Everyone who could cook had cooked:
Carrots that tasted like candy. Asparagus coated in a creamy yellow sauce. Potatoes prepared six different ways--- fried, roasted, baked, twice-baked, and cooked with cheese and with cream. Fish flavored with herbs that Terlu couldn't even name but tasted beyond delicious. A few dishes weren't her favorite, like the mussels in butter that Yarrow loved but reminded Terlu too much of slugs, but she loved the dish with squash cut into noodles mixed in a nut-flavored sauce, as well as a sweet carrot bread made by one of the uncles. And Yarrow had prepared her favorite, the layered zucchini, squash, and tomato dish he'd perfected.
They ate, they talked, they laughed, they sang, they told stories, and they danced.
Above the greenhouse, snow fell lightly as the shortest day of the year dipped toward nightfall. When desserts were brought out, everyone oohed and ahhed. Yarrow's sugar glass with flavored roses was proclaimed the star, but there were also berry pies (Terlu contributed a blueberry pie) and cakes and cobblers and an amazing peach tart (Yarrow's grandfather's recipe). And of course, chocolate-covered oranges.”
― The Enchanted Greenhouse
Carrots that tasted like candy. Asparagus coated in a creamy yellow sauce. Potatoes prepared six different ways--- fried, roasted, baked, twice-baked, and cooked with cheese and with cream. Fish flavored with herbs that Terlu couldn't even name but tasted beyond delicious. A few dishes weren't her favorite, like the mussels in butter that Yarrow loved but reminded Terlu too much of slugs, but she loved the dish with squash cut into noodles mixed in a nut-flavored sauce, as well as a sweet carrot bread made by one of the uncles. And Yarrow had prepared her favorite, the layered zucchini, squash, and tomato dish he'd perfected.
They ate, they talked, they laughed, they sang, they told stories, and they danced.
Above the greenhouse, snow fell lightly as the shortest day of the year dipped toward nightfall. When desserts were brought out, everyone oohed and ahhed. Yarrow's sugar glass with flavored roses was proclaimed the star, but there were also berry pies (Terlu contributed a blueberry pie) and cakes and cobblers and an amazing peach tart (Yarrow's grandfather's recipe). And of course, chocolate-covered oranges.”
― The Enchanted Greenhouse
“You'd rather go to the opera than to a bowling alley," I said honestly. "You're someone who prefers Shakespeare to a romance novel. The sort who watches a period drama, not Friends." I winked at him. "You listen to Morrissey, not the Spice Girls.”
― Road Trip With a Vampire
― Road Trip With a Vampire
“What's your favorite?'
I must have looked confused. That's my trick; no one ever asks me which chocolate I prefer.
'Let me guess,' said the man in black, and, looking over the display, seemed to consider the chocolates, the candied fruits, the nougatines. Lingered for a moment over the green tea truffles; the salted pralines. Then he looked up, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with crazed reflections.
'You didn't like chocolate at first,' he said. 'You never used to eat it. But now, you're starting to understand. Its power to awaken the past; its dark and troubled history. The stories it tells about itself. It's many re-inventions. Ah. Here we are.' He paused at a tray of chocolate-dipped cherries, still with the stalks attached, and said. 'These, I think, Vianne Rocher. Dark chocolate, not always your favorite, but here, with cherries, it evokes something almost magical. Bite through the bitter chocolate shell to the brandied fruit inside. Hold the little stone on the tongue. Roll it gently around your mouth, like a long-kept secret.' He smiled, and I found myself liking him in spite of the coldness in my heart: the Man in Black has a kind of charm that I would never have suspected.
I said: 'You may be right, monsieur. Yours is---' A gilded thread in the air. A little bastide on the Garonne. Not Vianne, but somewhere close; light, like the bloom on an apricot, a sky like the edge of forever----
I said, in a slightly trembling voice: 'Apricot hearts. They're your favorite.”
― Vianne
I must have looked confused. That's my trick; no one ever asks me which chocolate I prefer.
'Let me guess,' said the man in black, and, looking over the display, seemed to consider the chocolates, the candied fruits, the nougatines. Lingered for a moment over the green tea truffles; the salted pralines. Then he looked up, and his sea-blue eyes were filled with crazed reflections.
'You didn't like chocolate at first,' he said. 'You never used to eat it. But now, you're starting to understand. Its power to awaken the past; its dark and troubled history. The stories it tells about itself. It's many re-inventions. Ah. Here we are.' He paused at a tray of chocolate-dipped cherries, still with the stalks attached, and said. 'These, I think, Vianne Rocher. Dark chocolate, not always your favorite, but here, with cherries, it evokes something almost magical. Bite through the bitter chocolate shell to the brandied fruit inside. Hold the little stone on the tongue. Roll it gently around your mouth, like a long-kept secret.' He smiled, and I found myself liking him in spite of the coldness in my heart: the Man in Black has a kind of charm that I would never have suspected.
I said: 'You may be right, monsieur. Yours is---' A gilded thread in the air. A little bastide on the Garonne. Not Vianne, but somewhere close; light, like the bloom on an apricot, a sky like the edge of forever----
I said, in a slightly trembling voice: 'Apricot hearts. They're your favorite.”
― Vianne
“You were traveling through the bloodline and entering each of your ancestors' minds. You know things about all of us now."
Lily was right. Sibyl knew where Ivy kept the baking soda. She knew the family recipe for scones, which Sadie had brought over from Scotland. She remembered that Rose had been particularly fond of currant and cream scones, though she'd never seen her eat one.”
― The Women of Wild Hill
Lily was right. Sibyl knew where Ivy kept the baking soda. She knew the family recipe for scones, which Sadie had brought over from Scotland. She remembered that Rose had been particularly fond of currant and cream scones, though she'd never seen her eat one.”
― The Women of Wild Hill
“Bubble tea isn't one thing but an umbrella term for a miscellany of Instagrammable drinks, many of which don't have tea, milk, or even tapioca pearls. They can be fruit-based, or blended milk with chestnut purée, or high-concept versions made from scratch with oolong and hand-rolled pearls. You choose a base tea, add-ins, sugar and ice levels, milk types and whether or not to get a top of sweet-salty cheese cream-- a thick, plush foam head, which gives black tea the visuals of a pint of Guinness. Depending on the drink, you can choose hot or cold. The permutations are seemingly endless-- even the most seasoned off-menu Starbucks drink aficionados can get overwhelmed by up to a thousand possible routes through the menu.”
― All Consuming: Why We Eat the Way We Eat Now
― All Consuming: Why We Eat the Way We Eat Now
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