are you hungry?

Violet took a thin blanket from her canvas bag and spread it on the floor.  Then she opened a small bundle and laid out corn bread, a wedge of cheese, a jar of jam and a bottle of milk.  There's nothing like a late night picnic.  Are you hungry?

(p. 252-253)




Already she had set out scrambled-egg sandwiches and a large baked potato, which she had divided into portions.

 (p. 290)




It was after lunchtime.  He had slept through the morning.  Mr. Pileus had brought up a plate of food- freshly picked beans and tomatoes, a rough chunk of brown bread, a glass of cool milk.
Nicholas wolfed it all down with tremendous satisfaction...

(p. 428)




Violet, to Nicholas's delight, had brought an entire blackberry pie and an entire bottle of milk, and she cut big slices for each of them.

(p. 443)



The Extraordinary Education of Nicholas Benedict, Trenton Lee Stewart

pb&j

But just then their mother's voice came from the distance.  "Ja-ack!  An-nie!"
Jack and Annie looked around at the trees.
Then they looked at each other.
"Tomorrow," they said together.
They took off, running out of the woods.
They ran down their street.
They ran across their yard.
They ran into their house.
They ran into their kitchen.
They ran right into their mom.
She was making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

(p.64-65)

Mummies in the Morning, Mary Pop Osborne

food and friends

Irving Morris Bear was perhaps the world's biggest eater.  "There might be somebody elso who loves food as much as I do," he thought, "but I don't know who."

Irving kept his food in seventeen cupboards and eight refrigerators in his apartment in the city.



"I'm well supplied with food and friends," thought Irving.  "What a wonderful life."



One Terrific Thanksgiving, Marjorie Weinman Sharmat

even

That evening for dinner Mother cooked breaded veal cutlets, with string beans and baked potatoes.  "Ah!" said Father.  "What is there nicer on the plate and tastier to eat than breaded veal cutlet!"


When the lunch bell rang Frances sat down next to her friend Albert.
"What do you have today?" said Frances.
"I have a cream cheese-cucumber-and-tomato sandwich," said Albert.
"And a hard-boiled egg and salt shaker.  And a thermos of milk.  And a bunch of grapes.  And a tangerine and a cup custard.["]

(p. 26)


Albert took a napkin and tucked it under his chin.  He arranged his lunch neatly.
"I like cream cheese with cucumber and tomatoes on rye," said Albert.  With his spoon he cracked the egg.  He sprinkled salt on the yolk.  He took a bite of sandwich, a bite of egg, and a drink of milk.  Then he went around again.  Albert made the sandwich, the egg, and the milk come out even.

(p. 28)


"I have tomato soup," Frances said.  "And a lobster-salad sandwich.  I have celery, carrot sticks and black olives.  And plums, and cherries, and vanilla pudding."
"That's a good lunch," said Albert.  "I think it's nice that there are all different kinds of lunches and breakfasts and dinners and snacks."
"So do I," said Frances, and she made everything come out even.



Bread and Jam for Frances, Russell Hoban.

unexpectedly

There was a big jug of creamy milk for the children (Mr. Beaver stuck to beer) and a great big lump of deep yellow butter in the middle of the table from which everyone took as much as he wanted to go with his potatoes, and all the children thought- and I agree with them-that there's nothing to beat good freshwater fish if you eat it when it has been alive half an hour ago and has come out of the pan half a minute ago.  And when they had finished the fish Mrs. Beaver brought unexpectedly out of the oven a great and gloriously sticky marmalade roll, steaming hot, and at the same time moved the kettle onto the fire, so that when they had finished the marmalade roll the tea was made and ready to be poured out.  And when each person had got his (or her) cup of tea, each person shoved back his (or her) stool...


The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis

hot buttered toast

The Browns made room for him in a small armchair, and Mrs. Bird brought him a pot of tea and a plate of hot buttered toast and marmalade.


Paddington, Michael Bond

she cleaned the plate

Still, he left her another sumptuous tray.  This time the dome revealed a plate of sausages, fennel, and white beans, all swimming in a savory juice of herbs and wine.  She cleaned the plate...


Egg & Spoon, Gregory Maguire

it made me hungry

The food looked scrumptious.  There was piping-hot sea urchin soup and grilled Spanish mackerel (with sour cream), white asparagus with sesame-seed dressing, a lettuce-and-cucumber salad, and a warm roll with a pat of butter.  There was also a big glass of grape juice.

(p.11-12)


Yet the very next evening, the mystery girl showed up again.  This time she brought Toulouse sausage with potato salad, stuffed snapper, radish-sprout salad, a large croissant, and black tea sweetened with honey.  Just looking at all of it made me hungry.

(p. 14-15)


"Here are the doughnuts I promised you earlier, straight from the pan."

(p.16)

The Strange Library, Haruki Murakami

the unusual abundance

Manuela tries all the appetizers- the wild salmon, the mushrooms in olive oil, the baby artichokes, the Russian salad, the anchovy and caper rolls, the duck liver pâté, the eel- because the unusual abundance tell her that her mother has spent the entire day in the kitchen, and Manuela is the only person in the world she'd do that for... She only picks at the linguine with clams, the grouper with capers, the artichokes; she resigns herself to the ritual slice of panettone.



Limbo, Melania G. Mazzucco

vast treasure

Opening the refrigerator, he felt as if he was looking at a great discovery, some sort of vast treasure buried by pirates.  Adelina had gone overboard cooking for him.  The works: eggplant parmesan, pasta and sausage, caponata, eggplant dumplings, caciocavallo di Ragusa, and passuluna olives.  Apparently there wasn't any fresh fish at the market.  He set the table on the veranda, and as the eggplant parmesan and pasta were warming up, he drank two glasses of cold white wine to Fazio's health.  When he got up to phone Livia, a good three hours had passed since he'd first sat down.

He slept badly.

The Dance of the Seagull, Andrea Camilleri