My dad’s a doctor, and when I was 8, I went to one of his medical conferences where they were demonstrating laser surgery on a chicken. I was so mad that a chicken had to die, I never ate meat again.
No matter if my dad had to work, or my sister was gone until 7, or I had basketball practice until 8, we always ate together. I think that’s a big part of the Hispanic family, the culture. That is key to our existence, really.
When I first came here, Italian food wasn’t anything I recognized. I didn’t know what Italian American food was; we never ate it at home. It was the food of immigrants who came here and made use of the ingredients they had.
Mom was a nurse’s aide. She worked in various hospitals. She took care of us that way, and we ate government cheese. I survived.
In general, daily strips were just a regular part of my childhood. So even if I wasn’t a huge fan of most of those strips, I still read them religiously every morning while I ate my cereal.
My pops, the whole time while I was growing up, was conscious of what we ate. He made sure we exercised and had time outside. He knew having a healthy lifestyle meant exercise.
When I was a lone soldier I didn’t have a penny with me. Everybody was eating hummus with tehina and ate falafel, and I couldn’t buy it. I was a little hungry, but I managed.
He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.
I have not eaten a lot of insects. I ate a termite in Africa, but it was on a bet. It was a soldier termite. It was alive, and I don’t really recommend the live soldier termite as something you want to start with if you’re going to start exploring eating insects.
It is a big temptation to me, when I create a character for a novel, to say that he is what he is because of faulty wiring, or because of microscopic amounts of chemicals which he ate or failed to eat on that particular day.
What I did to celebrate was I went home to my 535-square-foot apartment by myself and ate supper by myself. That was how I celebrated getting a record deal.
For me, as a 19-year-old kid going to L.A.? I ate whatever I wanted. I ate all the fast foods, the sweets – that was nothing to me. Now, I’m very conscious of what I eat.
Rock and roll is the hamburger that ate the world.
I once ate nothing but grapefruit for an entire month. I didn’t lose a pound.
I ate everything. I ate every single lolly you can think of. Chocolate bars, Curly Wurlys, Aero bars, Fantales, Minties, Clinkers, Cherry Ripes. Pretty much anything, you name it, I ate it.
I ate no butcher’s meat, lived chiefly on fruits, vegetables, and fish, and never drank a glass of spirits or wine until my wedding day. To this I attribute my continual good health, endurance, and an iron constitution.
When it came to healthy eating, my parents did their best to set me on the right path. At school, my friends ate McDonalds at lunchtime, but I had a packed lunch that my mother made for me. I hated it at the time, but looking back, I’m glad.
In my 20s, I mostly ate burritos and nachos, with the occasional burger.
I’ve eaten part of my tooth. I had a weird cavity that broke apart in my teeth – this is a bad story. I was eating and thought, ‘It’s like I’m swallowing rocks,’ and then I checked and part of my tooth is missing. I ate it.
I ate fantastic Italian food in Croatia, which you wouldn’t expect. The food in Istanbul was amazing. I never would’ve expected that and the food, I guess you’re learning something about me, the food in Prague, they’re very, very heavy meat eaters, like, a lot of meat, which is great.
When people are getting on me for being at a Ranger game at 7 o’clock at night, they don’t see what I’ve done between yoga, Pilates, workout, thrown, ran, done all my work by 5 o’clock, ate, and then I went to the game. Nobody is seeing that. Nobody is commenting on that.
I used to make my own food and ate on my own in my room.
When I was first getting into the guitar, I played it incessantly. I lived it, breathed it, ate it, and slept it. I was also extremely self-critical, so from early on, I made sure to develop good playing habits – I constantly strove to sound in tune and have a great tone, and to play cleanly and in time.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they’re African.
The food we ate was Indian, and both my mother and father were very deep into the ancient philosophy of India, so it could well have been an Indian household.
Why do we get so angry at ourselves when we eat foods we love? Do you think guys walk around going, ‘I just ate a cheeseburger and I’m so mad at myself?’
When I was old enough to know better, I ate a bar of soap in the shape of the Muppets’ Fozzie Bear, because I loved him so much I wanted to consume him, even if doing so made me ill. I didn’t yet know the word ‘foreshadowing.’ Fozzie was the only first of many pop-culture icons I feel shaped by.
My dad died, I think, at 87. So I’ll be lucky if I make 87. But in a lot of cases, the younger people live longer than their parents. And they know more. My dad used to tell me he ate the hog from his rooter to his tooter. So do I when I’m not trying to lose weight.
The Helmand area used to be the breadbasket of Afghanistan. There was a time when a substantial number of the grapes we ate came from Afghanistan.
You know, I eat, I ate pretty well anyway so, I’m basically living the same, I just curtailed the stupidity.
As a child I ate all sorts of veg because my mother was a hippie and grew them all and made our clothes.
Back in the day, we ate fresh; our parents cooked. Now, we’re starting to think things are fresh because they’re in a can, they’re in a box, or they’re frozen. That’s not fresh. It’s difficult to get real fresh.
Kubrick ate it up. He loved it. He just let me go crazy.
I ate better in Liberia than I did in Ohio.
A lot of my struggles with nutrition date back to my swimming days. I was a super-skinny young girl who would go through hours of intense training. Afterward, I’d be famished, but I had a two-hour trip home before dinner. When I did my hardest workouts, I often ate less; I was too tired to think about food.
Your bones are not just made of the last meal you had, but the meals that you’ve had across many years. By looking at the composition of those teeth, researchers can say that something was a large component of the diet. This tells us a lot about how hominins lived and what they ate.
Growing up, one of the shows that the entire family ate dinner at the table was ‘Star Trek: The Next Generation.’ That was one of the greatest television shows ever, and then I’m a fan of ‘Firefly.’
I am very much the daughter of immigrants. It’s both a point of pride and an essential part of characterizing my upbringing. We spoke Spanish in our house. We listened to Spanish music. All of the TV channels we watched were in Spanish. We ate mostly Italian and Argentinian food.
To begin with, I basically ate everything. Pizza, pasta – anything to make myself bigger. I am now very conscious of what I put into my body.
When I was a kid growing up, I ate my vitamins, worked out because Hulk Hogan told me to.
I still remember with gratitude a series for children on everyday life where we learned about the games children in other times had played and the food they ate.
I can remember what I ate in the most important moments in my life.
I had one of the most outdoorsy childhoods you could imagine. I basically lived in the woods until I was 13. My dad and I built a huge treehouse in our backyard in Chesterfield, about 30 feet in the air. And we’d vacation on an island in Michigan, where I hunted a deer that we ate.
We used to have prawn tempura: that was my mother’s favourite dish. But she had to go out to work instead of my father, so she couldn’t find the time to cook nice meals. So we ate more modern food: a lot of frozen and instant food. But I never complained about it to my mother.
If I were overweight because I ate too much, I would have far more of a complex. I would know if I just stopped eating and showed a little discipline I would be thin. But there’s not a hell of a lot I can do about being short. You just gotta run with it.
Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
When my mother first passed away some time ago, I didn’t enjoy food anymore. I just ate to live. My mother had always cooked so well that I didn’t think I could follow her.
A lot of people will refer to comics by number to me, and I’ll realize they’re expecting me to remember all the comics by number. And I can’t even remember what I ate this morning, let alone which comic was #473!
One day Mum saved up for this exciting new thing – a frozen chicken. She cooked it on the Sunday and we all sat around waiting for it, but there was a terrible smell from the kitchen. She didn’t realise that the giblets were in a plastic bag inside it. We just ate vegetables and she cried and cried.
In Zurich, in a cafe overlooking the Limmat, I ate butter-drenched white asparagus pulled from the ground that morning; it had the aftertaste of champagne. I’ve been able to appreciate epic meals in San Francisco, New Orleans, Berlin, Paris, Las Vegas.
Laura Ingalls Wilder’s ‘Little House’ series is a national treasure, beloved by generations. But what I love most is the peek it provides into the planting, harvesting, hunting, and preparing of the foods that America’s settler families ate in the late 1800s.
