Even when a person has all of life’s comforts – good food, good shelter, a companion – he or she can still become unhappy when encountering a tragic situation.
It’s easy to impress me. I don’t need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I’m happy. I’m satisfied. I’m content.
Then you get to be involved with all the people, meet all the beautiful girls, get all the good food, get ready and locked in before all the crowds hit.
I’ll paddle board, swim in the ocean, roll in the sand, soak up the sun, eat good food, be with friends and family and go fishing with my dad.
If I can, I love staying in pajamas all day and watching movies and eating good food.
There are certain comforts of living here in Dubai, the comforts of so many mosques and so much good food… It’s just that much more secure. And may God keep it safe.
I am still not a fussy eater, although I do enjoy good food.
Ironically, when I was in Dubai with the BBC ‘Good Food Show,’ even though it’s an urban area, when you see the vast panorama from the top of the Burj Khalifa, it feels remote, as if it’s just sprung up out of the desert. I like Dubai. I didn’t think I would, but the food and the people were great.
Everyone appreciates good food.
It’s incredible what happens when you explain to kids what good food is – they get so excited! They go home and tell their parents… and they’re excited to cook the recipes themselves in class.
We’re all so busy we don’t make time to enjoy our lives, good company and good food.
Children in my family really look forward to Christmas presents and I enjoy becoming their Santa, eating chocolates, playing and spending some time with them. I also meet up with some of my close friends to have good food. That’s all about Christmas for me.
I know I have eaten more good food, drunk more beer and fine wine, had more friends, and seen more of the world than most men ever will.
I really look up to my parents to guide me. They treat me well, they give me good food to eat.
I promised her an interesting life and good food, and the rest is history.
My biggest pet peeve is when you go to a fine restaurant, and it’s like a mausoleum inside. Good food should be joyful. There should be laughter and chatter, not people sitting there like they’re in a funeral-parlor waiting room.
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