"The reason is that you eat too many foods that are high in "calories," which are little units that measure how good a particular food tastes. Fudge, for example, has a great many calories, whereas celery, which is not really a food at all but a member of the plywood family, provided by Mother Nature so that mankind would have a way to get onion dip into his mouth at parties, has none."

Enough! or too much.

No. Because I'm not a cold plate of m-m-macaroni. I'm a warm-hearted person. It's the basis of my character.

Ahhhh... Satchel, my boy, there's nothin' like a tuna smoothie on a hot summer day...

3461. More than enough is too much.

So Marigold, my love, you've had too much to drink

I am just too much.

Perhaps I'm too saucy or provoking?

It's hot. And there's a lot of it. I like everything about it except the flavor.

Maybe the cat has fallen into the stew, or the lettuce has frozen, or the cake has collapsed. Eh bien, tant pis. Usually one's cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is truly vile, then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile, and learn from her mistakes.

You have filled my tea with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.

I want to make pants out of tuna fish, to accompany my cottage cheese thighs.

You complain, I see, that I have too much acidity in my composition; and, I think, you have too much puritanism. St. Matthew, vii. 5.

Then she came out of the kitchen with a glass of milk in her hand. "Here," she offered. "A cool drink." But it wasn't cool at all, it was almost hot, and there was a yellowish scum on the top, and sipping it I tasted her lips and the strong food she ate, a taste of rye bread and Camembert cheese.