For a man seldom thinks with more earnestness of any things than he does of his dinner
Man shall not live by bread alone.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is , than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
When i demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,
He qouth, A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird.
The way to man’s heart is through his stomach.
Let us ear and drink, for tomorrow we shall die.
Bread is the staff of life.
They say fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays.
The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat.
Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow ye diet.
Tell me what you, eat, and i will tell you what you are.
Better half a loafe than on bread.
The proof of the pudding is in the earing.