M. F. K. Fisher Quotes About Food

Quotes about: Food

• The smell of good bread baking,
  like the sound of lightly flowing water,
  is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Smell, Water

• Almost every person has something secret he likes to eat.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Cooking, Secret

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.61, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Wine and cheese are ageless companions, like aspirin and aches, or June and moon, or good people and noble ventures.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Hurt, Drinking, Food

• It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it… and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied… and it is all one.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Writing, Reality

  The Gastronomical Me foreword (1943).

• Cheese has always been a food that both sophisticated and simple humans love.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Simple, Cooking

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.375, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Love, Food, Health

  1949 An Alphabet for Gourmets,'A Is for Dining Alone'.

• I am more modest now, but I still think that one of the pleasantest of all emotions is to know that I, I with my brain and my hands, have nourished my beloved few, that I have concocted a stew or a story, a rarity or a plain dish, to sustain them truly against the hungers of the world.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Thinking, Hands

  M. F. K. Fisher, Joan Reardon (2004). “The Art of Eating”, p.402, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Broken Heart, Food, Eggs

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.264, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Central heating, French rubber goods and cookbooks are three amazing proofs of man's ingenuity in transforming necessity into art, and, of these, cookbooks are perhaps most lastingly delightful.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Art, Food, Men

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.52, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• It is a curious fact that no man likes to call himself a glutton, and yet each of us has in him a trace of gluttony, potential or actual. I cannot believe that there exists a single coherent human being who will not confess, at least to himself, that once or twice he has stuffed himself to bursting point on anything from quail financiere to flapjacks, for no other reason than the beastlike satisfaction of his belly.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Believe, Food, Men

  M. F. K. Fisher, Joan Reardon (2004). “The Art of Eating”, p.648, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• ...I prefer not to have among my guests two people or more, of any sex, who are in the first wild tremours of love. It is better to invite them after their new passion has settled, has solidified into a quieter reciprocity of emotions. (It is also a waste of good food, to serve it to new lovers.)

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Sex, Food, Passion

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.78, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• You may feel that you have eaten too much...But this pastry is like feathers - it is like snow. It is in fact good for you, a digestive!

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Snow, Cooking

• All men are hungry. They always have been. They must eat, and when they deny themselves the pleasures of carrying out that need, they are cutting off part of their possible fullness, their natural realization of life, whether they are rich or poor.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Cutting, Men

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.357, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• This is not that, and that is certainly not this, and at the same time an oyster stew is not stewed, and although they are made of the same things and even cooked almost the same way, an oyster soup should never be called a stew, nor stew soup.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Oysters, Soup

  M. F. K. Fisher (2016). “Consider the Oyster”, p.71, Pickle Partners Publishing

• Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Family, Food, Memorable

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.640, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Probably no strychnine has sent as many husbands into their graves as mealtime scolding has, and nothing has driven more men into the arms of other women as the sound of a shrill whine at table.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Husband, Food, Men

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.748, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• When I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and it is all one.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Writing, Hunger

  The Gastronomical Me foreword (1943).

• There's a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Wine, Drunk

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.388, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Thinking, Dining Alone

• The smell of good bread baking, like the sound of lightly flowing water, is indescribable in its evocation of innocence and delight... [Breadmaking is] one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel. that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Yoga, Exercise

• Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Sweet, Food, Pale Yellow

• There is a communication of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  War, Food, Communication

• A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Real, Food, Cooking

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.624, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• A complete lack of caution is perhaps one of the true signs of a real gourmet: he has no need for it, being filled as he is with a God-given and intelligently self-cultivated sense of gastronomical freedom.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Real, Food, Self

  "An Alphabet for Gourmets". Book by M. F. K. Fisher, 1949.

• A potato is a poor thing, poorly treated. More often than not it is cooked in so unthinking and ignorant a manner as to make one feel that it has never before been encountered in the kitchen.

  M. F. K. Fisher

  Food, Cooking, Kitchen

  Joan Reardon, M.F.K. Fisher (2014). “The Art of Eating”, p.58, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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