Sausage Quotes

My mother and father ate oink. And they loved oink grease. Lard is what they ate. And they soaked up grease with a biscuit. And they loved butter too. And they sopped up and drank and ate grease. Sausage. Bacon. Ham. They loved it. Fatback. Salt pork. Oink. And I was born with lard all on my head, in the cracks of my arms and the back of my leg. So now my cholesterol is 741. So what? It doesn`t bother me that it`s 741. You eat what I eat, it`s supposed to be. Every once in awhile my left arm will go numb. Okay. But if you shake it, it`ll go away.

I do adore food. If I have any vice it`s eating. If I was told I could only eat one food for the rest of my life, I could put up with sausage and mash forever.

Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living

I`d shout `Hey Dan! Can I have your sausage?` and he`d nod yes. Then: `Hey Dan, how about the bacon?` - and then the eggs, and then the toast - and he`d say `yes, yes yes`.

A high-brow is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso.