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Fruit only angers my need for chocolate. ~Jason Love
Strawberries are the angels of the earth — innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward. ~Terri Guillemets, "Lunch from the sun," 1992
And, of course, the funniest food: kumquats. I don't even bring them home anymore. I sit there laughing and they go to waste. ~George Carlin, "Fussy Eater
Apple-tree, apple-tree, crowned with delight,
Give me your fruit for a pie if you will;—
Crusty I'll make it, and juicy and light!—
Give me your treasure to mate with my skill!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "September," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
That a slender wooden tree twig can give birth to luscious pears, apples, peaches remains an extraordinary feat. ~
Dark red cherries
in a ripe
Bowl of Summer
A fruit is a vegetable with looks and money. Plus, if you let fruit rot, it turns into wine, something Brussels sprouts never do. ~P. J. O'Rourke, The Bachelor Home Companion, 1987
This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal... We respond to strawberry fields or cherry orchards with a delight that a cabbage patch or even an elegant vegetable garden cannot provoke. ~Jane Grigson, 1981
Ripe grapes with purpling lustre shine
Where graceful droops the clinging vine.
~Phebe A. Holder, "A Song of October," in The Queries Magazine, October 1890
The market is full of delights in July:
Fresh vegetables, berries, red cherries for pie!
~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "July," A Thousand Ways to Please a Husband with Bettina's Best Recipes, 1917
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season. ~Terri Guillemets, "Seasonal emotions," 2011
Mon ami, an apple is an excellent thing — until you have tried a peach! ~George du Maurier, Trilby, 1894
If junk food is the devil, then a sweet orange is as scripture. ~Terri Guillemets, "Art of nutrition," 1993
A Frenchman once said that there is only fifteen minutes in the life of a pear when it is worth eating. ~Harry Bowling, "Pears and Acorns," 1913
He reckoned that there was only a quarter of an hour in the life of a pear when it is just right to eat. Before that it isn't ripe enough, and after that it is beginning to go sleepy. ~Gardeners' Chronicle and Horticulture Trade Journal, 1984
The fruiterers' shops were radiant in their glory. There were great, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence. There were pears and apples clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence, to dangle from conspicuous hooks that people's mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner.
The Grocers'! oh, the Grocers'! The blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, the raisins so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel faint. The figs were moist and pulpy; the French plums blushed in their modest tartness from their highly-decorated boxes. ~Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol, 1843 [a little altered
Banana Rule: The rule that states while someone is eating a banana, no one can make eye contact with that person.
a sweet ripe
bowl that tastes
of summer —
~Terri Guillemets, "Cantaloupe," 1992
An identity long ago observed, or, I may say, never not observed, as if the gardener among his vines is in the presence of his ancestors, or shall I say, the orchardist is a pear raised to the highest power. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Vegetables are food of the earth, but fruits taste of the heavens. ~Terri Guillemets, "And the juice runneth," 1993
Most compilers of anthologies of poetry or of epigrams are like people eating cherries or oysters: they start by picking out the best and end up eating the lot. ~Sébastien-Roch Nicolas Chamfort (c.1740–1794), translated by Douglas Parmée