Food Quotes by Martine Bailey

9 Food quotes by Martine Bailey

Martine Bailey’s food musings feel like notes from a diary, each line revealing a personal moment around meals. Though the collection is brief, it provides a window into her nuanced relationship with cooking, tasting, and sharing food.

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“That's how it is for us servants. No one pays you much heed; mostly you're invisible as furniture. Yet you overhear a…

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“Every cook knows it's a rare day when you have all the parts of the perfect dish. But that day back at…

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“The Cocoa-Nut Tree at Covent Garden? Why it's the finest confectioner in the capital and sells bonbons, macaroons, candied fruits, and ices,'…

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“I wanted to try dainty Italian fare, and bought spicy Bologna sausage, pink papery hams, hard white bread, and chalky cheeses. I…

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“The whole roaring crowd was gathered in the long room to give my boar's head fulsome applause when it was carried aloft…

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“While Mr Loveday aired my lady's sheets, I set to scratching up a supper. With not even time to change from my…

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“So what are you after, eh? Side of beef? Some chops?' 'Aye, sir. Whatever you fancy.' He licked his lips and listed…

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“Sal and Henry return with a gust of warm garden air and I settle down to create miniature roses from sugarpaste using…

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“Signor Renzo's lodge stood on a grassy knoll near the crest of the hill. It was a modest place, just a low…

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“Look, I fetched some Fat Hen for you.' Jem offered me a bunch of wilting greens. I reached for the plants, rubbed the leaves…

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“Around me shone the kitchen I'd worked in each day: the copper pans hung neatly, the scratched wooden table and neat blue plates set…

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“It was almost Christmas, and Renzo was preparing all the delicacies Florentines must eat at the festival: roast eels, goose, fancy cakes with marzipan…

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“Sal and Henry return with a gust of warm garden air and I settle down to create miniature roses from sugarpaste using tiny ivory…

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“There was a new smell in the air at Lyons, of sun-baked southern stuffs, of strong red vinegar, and spikes of rosemary. It was…

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“Signor Renzo's lodge stood on a grassy knoll near the crest of the hill. It was a modest place, just a low stone hut,…

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“The Cocoa-Nut Tree at Covent Garden? Why it's the finest confectioner in the capital and sells bonbons, macaroons, candied fruits, and ices,' I said…

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“While Mr Loveday aired my lady's sheets, I set to scratching up a supper. With not even time to change from my own damp…

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“On December the twenty-third, the park was hazy from clammy mists that muted and softened all color and distance. Michael had not set off…

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“Every cook knows it's a rare day when you have all the parts of the perfect dish. But that day back at Mawton I…

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“I was thrown together with Florence, or 'Florawns' as she was called, a pert girl of nineteen who worked in our kitchen and was…

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“I'd give me two eyes for a slice of apple pie." She was brain-cracked, but spoke for them all. Then Tabby Jones joined in,…

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“So on Christmas morning I was up at five o'clock, making the fire as bright as a furnace, baking minc'd pies and boiling plum…

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“So what are you after, eh? Side of beef? Some chops?' 'Aye, sir. Whatever you fancy.' He licked his lips and listed his favorite…

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“I continued my explorations in a cobbled yard overlooked by broken doors and cracked windows. Pushing open a swollen door into a storeroom, I…

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