dessert

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.

I wasn't going to have dessert, but it was right there, all gooey and sweet. It's like sex. I mean, when it's right there, what are you supposed to do? I wasn't going to have that either--sex--with my parents bunking in the office, but, well, it was right there.""I'll tolerate the gooey and sweet, Peabody, but I'm not thinking about you having sex with McNab, especially in the same sentence as 'my parents.'""I think they had sex, too."Eve struggled not to wince or twitch. "Do you want me to kick you down four flights of steps and make you walk up again?""I'd probably bounce all the way down, too, with all this gooey and sweet in my butt. So I guess not.""Good choice.

I'm not a vegetarian! I'm a dessertarian!

Dessert was an over baked chocolate chip cookies the size of a hockey puck and just about as tasty.

But I, when I undress meEach night, upon my kneesWill ask the Lord to bless meWith apple-pie and cheese.

If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?

There are two kinds of people in the world: those who love chocolate, and communists.

The 12-step chocoholics program: Never be more than 12 steps away from chocolate!

Look, there's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.

Hugo planned a five-course meal: smoked duck, oyster stew, roast beef with mashed yams, a salad of apples with beets and blue cheese, then chocolate banana cream pie. Rich, rich, and richer still. Ben made pitchers of martinis and set aside thirty-five bottles of a tried-and-true Napa cabernet, pure purple velvet, and an Oregonian pinot gris, grassy and effervescent.

I have an idea," Annabelle said, "Let's go to the kitchen and peek in the larder. I bet there's still some gooseberry cake left from dessert. Not to mention the strawberry jam trifle."Lillian lifted her head and blotted her wet nose on her sleeve. "Do you really think a plate of sweets will make me feel better?"Annabelle smiled. "It can't hurt, can it?"Lillian considered the point. "Let's go," she said, and allowed her friend to pull her up from the bench.

Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn't explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from the Karo bottle's cherry-red side are what mercy taste like to some. But there you have it.

As one who appreciated the tragic side of eating, it seemed to him that anything other than fruit for dessert implied a reprehensible frivolity, and cakes in particular ended up annihilating the flavour of quiet sadness that must be allowed to linger at the end of a great culinary performance.

I've never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn't fix.

Just about every available female--and some unavailable--seemed to think the way to his heart was through his blood sugar levels.

I was thinking of murder, mutilation and dessert like Ignacia Sandoval__ instructions for delectable empanadas made of minced mother-in-law__ tongue (said to induce peace and harmony in your household), or the gonads of your cheating husband (a savory dish to add spice to your lovemaking).

If you are not appetisers, main course and dessert, you are dating the wrong diner...