cheese

Hunger gives flavour to the food.

Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese

Age is of no importance unless you__e a cheese.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

Bring a torch, if you've got one. It's as dark as hell and stinks of something far worse than cheese.

You have to be a romantic to invest yourself, your money, and your time in cheese.

New Rule: Americans have to come up with a better cheese to represent the nation than American cheese. I'm not even sure American cheese is cheese. I think it's aged Jell-O. And it doesn't need to be individually wrapped in plastic, either. You're thinking of condoms.

Figs are delicious with soft cheese and ham, Toast is quite scrumptious with butter and jam,Eggs are improved by parsley and salt, But milkshakes are best with strawberries and malt.

Cheese, where you takes liquid from a cow lady's business parts, mix it with a bit o' juices from a baby cow's fourth stomach and then let it grow all fuzzy-moldy for a few years, eh?

Kids in aprons appeared, putting tureens of vegetable soup on the tables and plates of boiled eggs, potatoes and lentils, bowls of endive-and-radish salad, small rounds of cheese and loaves of brown bread, all looking quite delicious, in Zoe's opinion.

There was a bag of coffee beans beneath a harpoon gun and a frozen hunk of spinach, but there was no way to grind the beans into tiny pieces to make coffee. Near a picnic basket and a large bag of mushrooms was a jug of orange juice, but it had been close to one of the bullet holes in the trunk, and so had frozen completely solid in the cold. And after Sunny moved aside three chunks of cold cheese, a large can of water chestnuts, and an eggplant as big as herself, she finally found a small jar of boysenberry jam, and a loaf of bread she could use to make toast, although it was so cold it felt more like a log than a breakfast ingredient.

If you are able to introduce a white person to a new cheese, it's like introducing them to a future spouse.

Some kinds of misery make you hate the world, but some kinds make you hate yourself, and--butter and cheese not withstanding--Neve had no question that Spear was the latter.