Gourmet food, a gourmet time where we all get together and drink classy wine. But what is gourmet when one country loves red meat and on the other side of the world they like fish and cats?
Reminds me of watching top chef with my mom. Love doing that on week nights. All the food looked amazing and we loved giving our comments on the dishes like we were the judges. We also loved commenting on the people.
They end up going out for dinner, not at all a gourmet sort of place. Ryan doesn’t make good on his promise of fish tacos either. They go to this weird night club that has a restaurant in it and Ryan doesn’t eat anything, but Tom thinks he drinks everything alcohol in nature on the menu. Then he starts angling for his phone, he wants to text Jon, he wants to Tweet his feelings. Tom hides Ryan’s phone and gets called an asshole for an hour and a half as he eats his enchilada. As first dates go, this one bombed.
I love delicious food. It’s amazing there’s something about not being able to go out to dinner somewhere that’s so expensive yet eat something so AWESOME. Like, In-N-Out. It’s probably something that’s way greater than any gourmet food out there. There’s nothing else like it and there will be nothing else like it.
Gourmet is not to be taken lightly. Those who prepare gourmet food are practicing an art. It takes time and partience ot perfect gourmet. When enjoying gourmet food, take a little bite at a time, so you can make it last. Savor the flavor!
Gourmet is Gordon Ramsay cooking nearly anything. I watch Hell’s Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares…Gordon Ramsay is the definition of gourmet. Emeril Lagassi as well.
Something that has to do with food, it sounds really fancy and it makes you think about dressing up in a sexy black dress and going out to eat with your guy and ordering something gourmet.
It seems delicious sounding. And very yummy
Gourmet club on neopets. Wow I didn’t understand that thing for ages. Hell, I still don’t get how the book club works. You know, I swear I fed my pet like three gourmet foods but they never showed up? Really annoying because I got them by chance and they would have been really expensive to obtain on purpose. Not that money is really an issue for me on neopets any more. Damn petpetpet habitarium gets loads of nps.
He placed his lips on mine, then slowly devoured my neck, my shoulder blade, down to where my heart once was. He had eaten that too. Far before his hungry kisses. Far before his insatiable appetite.
So intimidating! I so prefer the Sicilian style- you just gather all your family and friends, and throw together whatever is fresh, in season, at the market. More mouths to feed? Bulk it out with another scoop of pasta, some more lentils, another vegetable dish. No one ever goes hungry. Low stress, high satisfaction.
I have gorged myself like a glutton, taping my tongue to your body and tasting every aspect of your soul. All I want is the feeling of solace only found in the knowledge that you want to taste me just as badly – tell me of your hunger. I’ll sit at the halls of you and admire.
Gourmet food is so good. I liked that gourmet food we had at that New orleans bakery, what was it called again? Oh yeah, Cafe Du Monde. That place had amazing hot chocolate, it was so creamy. I hope other people get to go there someday too.
I have gorged myself like a glutton. I rest at the hall of your body and just admire and taste and tape my tongue to you. Please taste me too. I want to feel like a gourmet meal you’re dying to feel.
gourmet. gourmet is a little. a little but a lot, in some respects. a small quantity, but a great quality. all the best things in life should be gourmet.
Delicious, luscious, beautiful food lavishly piled high on a silver bench top. Free, never-ending and of the highest, golden quality, this is the food of the gods. Ambrosia, nectar, spinach and all manner of incredible delights await you on this bench top. It is divine.
delicious food that is incredibly hard to make, but fun to try. especially with someone you love. food is incredibly representational of who we are and what we love. so never say “i can’t cook”, because food is what we are.
jelly beans. jelly bellies to be exact. i taste the popcorn, the nasty licorice. my aunts house. the basement, better yet, the den. the computer. where i stayed up all night looking around online. where i sat up late. stayed up in the dark. my head pounded. i drank more water, more juice, more pop. i ranted about my life, i cruised through random msn chat rooms. i talked to complete strangers about my secrets, and i never let them know who i really was. i imagined i was from California with blue eyes and blonde hair. i wanted to fool them all, and never let them know i was just a brunette from Michigan, in her aunts basement, what a complete flip side to lying on the internet… i always imagined myself a tan and tone surfer. a beach bum, without a care in the world. i would always let them know i was an artist though. i could talk about anything i knew about within, but my life… no. the jelly beans. a kit. make your own. cherry. lemon. coffee. ohhh i loved the coffee jelly bellies.
Gourmet. When this word comes to mind, I think of outlandish and extremely lavish food. It often appears on the outside of frozen food containers, only to trick us into thinking the food is delicious. Gourmet is supposed to be great and make me salivate, but in the end gourmet is just a lie. A bad-tasting, frozen lie.
The food set in front of here was a gourmet meal, all though it looked delicious, she wasn’t hungry, she was to worried about her father, he still hadn’t rung, he had promised.
The gourmet food called to her and beckoned her nose with a childish taunt. He rags trailed behind her as she stepped through the glass doors.
‘How can there be so much food when my friends and I have none?’ she thought as her eyes glimmered with her new found treasure.
‘Just one piece,’ she thought as she tucked a warm loaf of bread into her pocket.
She tentatively opened the door, her barefoot barely touched the cold stone of the street corner before a harsh hand grabbed her wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The violent shop keeper growled.
yum. i like food. especially gourmet food. such a phrase incites thoughts of delicacies made with fish and french ingredients i cannot pronounce. I think of million dollar steaks and restaurant goers clad in evening wear that probably exceeds the worth of my entire closet.
The meal set before her was gourmet. She sat in a long evening gown that trailed around her like spring grass and her hair was anointed with the most beautiful accessories anyone could find. She was a princess yet she was never happy. All the jewels and money could never give her what she wanted.
Adventure.
i love to eat gourmet food, there was one time i Tim Horton i hate a gourmet bagel it was the french toast gourment bagel it was so delicious i thought i had gist my pants, and then there another bagel i like but no need to know about it cause i am done.
The gourmet cheeses were calling out to me. I wanted them as much as they wanted me to want them! Evil cheese! I made my way to the chip aisle and secretly prayed to God to make the voices of the various cheeses stop taunting me. Just then, I noticed the small can of spray cheese. I reached the can of “american”, and hung my head in failure.
gourmet, gourment, she said she was a gourmet. it sounded great to start with but now, now, she’d have to back it up. not only was it a third date but a time to prove the existence of something that never existed. she could boil an egg. that was about it. perhaps an egg salad would be in order? maybe toss in a caper to make a statement?
fancy rich people food, very expensive and i can’t effort it. I can only afford cheap and unhealthy foods, which is why i’m overweight for my age. it kind of fucking sucks that i can’t eat gourmet food. Only skinny little rich girls on tumblr can eat gourmet food
The gourmet food of the city smelled wonderful. The food was of the sort Ruth had never tasted in all the Old Country. There were pastries and truffles and all sorts of exotic dishes that required ingredients from the farthest of the Southern provinces.
Nancy really thought she had a winner here. Open a ‘gourmet donut shop” and all would pan out. She had her recipes in place, delicious things, like caramel chocolate chip, decadent coconut, lemony sprite.
This is the second time I’ve gotten this word. Nothing even comes to mind when I see it. Other then over priced, prissy restaurants I feel uncomfortable when I sit in.
John and Sherlock trudged home from the Yard, their shoes still soaking wet and making a mess of Mrs. Hudson’s floor. They’d just returned from a case in a large pond on a private property, where the body had been submerged in swamp-like conditions for two days. It wasn’t pretty, to say the least. The algae and snails covering it almost made it unrecognizable, and Sherlock hadn’t had much to go on, but he’d still managed to provide some helpful insight based on some impressions left in the moss and other vegetation.
John knew what was coming next. After the case with the butterfly scales and the honey, now of course Sherlock would want to study the consumption rates of snails.
It was going to be a long, smelly week.
Once Sherlock’s experimentation was over, the snails promptly disappeared, their mossy aquarium disposed up next to the morning’s rubbish. John returned to find this sudden change, accompanied by another- Sherlock in the kitchen, actually cooking. He had several pots going at once, as well as a sautee pan filled with what John guessed were mushroom caps. A strange, salty aroma filled the kitchen, and John tried to peer over Sherlock’s shoulder to see what he was up to. A gentle nudge with the scapula sent him back to the sitting room. “I thought I’d try something a little more gourmet tonight,” Sherlock called out to him, “Since you’re always complaining that I can’t cook.” John wondered if he’d offended his flat-mate, who was obviously putting quite a bit of effort into this surprise meal.
Finally, Sherlock called John in to where he’d set the kitchen table with proper flatware and everything, even including two flutes of champagne. John sat down as Sherlock placed a plate in front of him. “I tried my hand at escargots, out of curiosity,” Sherlock explained the small brown circles stuffed into the mushroom caps, “Let me know what you think.” The amateur chef seated himself across from John, looking quite accomplished with a smug little smile. John delicately stabbed one of the quivering morsels, relishing the garlic as it wafted up at him. He took a bite, and immediately looked over at Sherlock, whose face seemed to be matching the utter surprise and horror that John was sure he’d been stuck with.
Sherlock set his fork down with a clatter of finality. “Oh well,” he sighed, “At least there’s dessert.”
The baked Alaska was delicious.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to say it, but Chris thought she was pretty. And suddenly he felt as if that were the most compelling thing in the world as he looked across the table at the subtly smiling Clementine. “I like you, you know,” he said blatanly to her while she stired uncontently at her gourmet dinner. Her blue-speckled green eyes drifted up to meet with his, and her lips curved upward in a ghostly manor. Yes, she was most certainly pretty.
there was a gourmet of food in front of her
so much she felt like she could be content
for eternity
a dangerous thing, too much of one substance can be
too dangerous
if in the wrong hands too much of anything can be abused
but this was just food, right?
well, that’s what they want you to think.
foods that are delicious sometimes small and weird with interesting tastes and flavors that trickle on your taste buds. snails. ants. chocolate. poop coffee. wine. delicacy. gourmet.
High life. That’s what we all want, the French-sounding dishes in China plates and polished silverware…it’s as much about the setting as the food itself. If we’re eating gourmet, everything else has to be alright, doesn’t it? Not just comfort food, but comforting food.
A gourmet cook is a perosn who can create rather than regurgitate recipes. They know how to combine different flavor profiles to achieve the best result. They do not rely on recipes taken from others or family lore
Mmm, gourmet. Reminds me of those days when I was a kid and I would eat the “Gourmet” giant pretzels at Sam’s Club. They were epic, and appealing in the greatest. For some reason I can’t quite grasp, I don’t miss them.
Gourmet food, a gourmet time where we all get together and drink classy wine. But what is gourmet when one country loves red meat and on the other side of the world they like fish and cats?
Reminds me of watching top chef with my mom. Love doing that on week nights. All the food looked amazing and we loved giving our comments on the dishes like we were the judges. We also loved commenting on the people.
They end up going out for dinner, not at all a gourmet sort of place. Ryan doesn’t make good on his promise of fish tacos either. They go to this weird night club that has a restaurant in it and Ryan doesn’t eat anything, but Tom thinks he drinks everything alcohol in nature on the menu. Then he starts angling for his phone, he wants to text Jon, he wants to Tweet his feelings. Tom hides Ryan’s phone and gets called an asshole for an hour and a half as he eats his enchilada. As first dates go, this one bombed.
I love delicious food. It’s amazing there’s something about not being able to go out to dinner somewhere that’s so expensive yet eat something so AWESOME. Like, In-N-Out. It’s probably something that’s way greater than any gourmet food out there. There’s nothing else like it and there will be nothing else like it.
Gourmet is not to be taken lightly. Those who prepare gourmet food are practicing an art. It takes time and partience ot perfect gourmet. When enjoying gourmet food, take a little bite at a time, so you can make it last. Savor the flavor!
Gourmet is Gordon Ramsay cooking nearly anything. I watch Hell’s Kitchen and Kitchen Nightmares…Gordon Ramsay is the definition of gourmet. Emeril Lagassi as well.
Something that has to do with food, it sounds really fancy and it makes you think about dressing up in a sexy black dress and going out to eat with your guy and ordering something gourmet.
It seems delicious sounding. And very yummy
Gourmet club on neopets. Wow I didn’t understand that thing for ages. Hell, I still don’t get how the book club works. You know, I swear I fed my pet like three gourmet foods but they never showed up? Really annoying because I got them by chance and they would have been really expensive to obtain on purpose. Not that money is really an issue for me on neopets any more. Damn petpetpet habitarium gets loads of nps.
He placed his lips on mine, then slowly devoured my neck, my shoulder blade, down to where my heart once was. He had eaten that too. Far before his hungry kisses. Far before his insatiable appetite.
So intimidating! I so prefer the Sicilian style- you just gather all your family and friends, and throw together whatever is fresh, in season, at the market. More mouths to feed? Bulk it out with another scoop of pasta, some more lentils, another vegetable dish. No one ever goes hungry. Low stress, high satisfaction.
I have gorged myself like a glutton, taping my tongue to your body and tasting every aspect of your soul. All I want is the feeling of solace only found in the knowledge that you want to taste me just as badly – tell me of your hunger. I’ll sit at the halls of you and admire.
Gourmet food is so good. I liked that gourmet food we had at that New orleans bakery, what was it called again? Oh yeah, Cafe Du Monde. That place had amazing hot chocolate, it was so creamy. I hope other people get to go there someday too.
I have gorged myself like a glutton. I rest at the hall of your body and just admire and taste and tape my tongue to you. Please taste me too. I want to feel like a gourmet meal you’re dying to feel.
Fancy shmancy.
We don’t need nice things in order to survive.
gourmet. gourmet is a little. a little but a lot, in some respects. a small quantity, but a great quality. all the best things in life should be gourmet.
Delicious, luscious, beautiful food lavishly piled high on a silver bench top. Free, never-ending and of the highest, golden quality, this is the food of the gods. Ambrosia, nectar, spinach and all manner of incredible delights await you on this bench top. It is divine.
delicious food that is incredibly hard to make, but fun to try. especially with someone you love. food is incredibly representational of who we are and what we love. so never say “i can’t cook”, because food is what we are.
jelly beans. jelly bellies to be exact. i taste the popcorn, the nasty licorice. my aunts house. the basement, better yet, the den. the computer. where i stayed up all night looking around online. where i sat up late. stayed up in the dark. my head pounded. i drank more water, more juice, more pop. i ranted about my life, i cruised through random msn chat rooms. i talked to complete strangers about my secrets, and i never let them know who i really was. i imagined i was from California with blue eyes and blonde hair. i wanted to fool them all, and never let them know i was just a brunette from Michigan, in her aunts basement, what a complete flip side to lying on the internet… i always imagined myself a tan and tone surfer. a beach bum, without a care in the world. i would always let them know i was an artist though. i could talk about anything i knew about within, but my life… no. the jelly beans. a kit. make your own. cherry. lemon. coffee. ohhh i loved the coffee jelly bellies.
Gourmet. When this word comes to mind, I think of outlandish and extremely lavish food. It often appears on the outside of frozen food containers, only to trick us into thinking the food is delicious. Gourmet is supposed to be great and make me salivate, but in the end gourmet is just a lie. A bad-tasting, frozen lie.
The food set in front of here was a gourmet meal, all though it looked delicious, she wasn’t hungry, she was to worried about her father, he still hadn’t rung, he had promised.
gourmet food, this market I went to with Dad once, it was really expensive, full of vegan food. I had just got a ring from this other market.
The gourmet food called to her and beckoned her nose with a childish taunt. He rags trailed behind her as she stepped through the glass doors.
‘How can there be so much food when my friends and I have none?’ she thought as her eyes glimmered with her new found treasure.
‘Just one piece,’ she thought as she tucked a warm loaf of bread into her pocket.
She tentatively opened the door, her barefoot barely touched the cold stone of the street corner before a harsh hand grabbed her wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The violent shop keeper growled.
yum. i like food. especially gourmet food. such a phrase incites thoughts of delicacies made with fish and french ingredients i cannot pronounce. I think of million dollar steaks and restaurant goers clad in evening wear that probably exceeds the worth of my entire closet.
The meal set before her was gourmet. She sat in a long evening gown that trailed around her like spring grass and her hair was anointed with the most beautiful accessories anyone could find. She was a princess yet she was never happy. All the jewels and money could never give her what she wanted.
Adventure.
i love to eat gourmet food, there was one time i Tim Horton i hate a gourmet bagel it was the french toast gourment bagel it was so delicious i thought i had gist my pants, and then there another bagel i like but no need to know about it cause i am done.
The gourmet cheeses were calling out to me. I wanted them as much as they wanted me to want them! Evil cheese! I made my way to the chip aisle and secretly prayed to God to make the voices of the various cheeses stop taunting me. Just then, I noticed the small can of spray cheese. I reached the can of “american”, and hung my head in failure.
gourmet, gourment, she said she was a gourmet. it sounded great to start with but now, now, she’d have to back it up. not only was it a third date but a time to prove the existence of something that never existed. she could boil an egg. that was about it. perhaps an egg salad would be in order? maybe toss in a caper to make a statement?
fancy rich people food, very expensive and i can’t effort it. I can only afford cheap and unhealthy foods, which is why i’m overweight for my age. it kind of fucking sucks that i can’t eat gourmet food. Only skinny little rich girls on tumblr can eat gourmet food
The gourmet food of the city smelled wonderful. The food was of the sort Ruth had never tasted in all the Old Country. There were pastries and truffles and all sorts of exotic dishes that required ingredients from the farthest of the Southern provinces.
Nancy really thought she had a winner here. Open a ‘gourmet donut shop” and all would pan out. She had her recipes in place, delicious things, like caramel chocolate chip, decadent coconut, lemony sprite.
This is the second time I’ve gotten this word. Nothing even comes to mind when I see it. Other then over priced, prissy restaurants I feel uncomfortable when I sit in.
John and Sherlock trudged home from the Yard, their shoes still soaking wet and making a mess of Mrs. Hudson’s floor. They’d just returned from a case in a large pond on a private property, where the body had been submerged in swamp-like conditions for two days. It wasn’t pretty, to say the least. The algae and snails covering it almost made it unrecognizable, and Sherlock hadn’t had much to go on, but he’d still managed to provide some helpful insight based on some impressions left in the moss and other vegetation.
John knew what was coming next. After the case with the butterfly scales and the honey, now of course Sherlock would want to study the consumption rates of snails.
It was going to be a long, smelly week.
Once Sherlock’s experimentation was over, the snails promptly disappeared, their mossy aquarium disposed up next to the morning’s rubbish. John returned to find this sudden change, accompanied by another- Sherlock in the kitchen, actually cooking. He had several pots going at once, as well as a sautee pan filled with what John guessed were mushroom caps. A strange, salty aroma filled the kitchen, and John tried to peer over Sherlock’s shoulder to see what he was up to. A gentle nudge with the scapula sent him back to the sitting room. “I thought I’d try something a little more gourmet tonight,” Sherlock called out to him, “Since you’re always complaining that I can’t cook.” John wondered if he’d offended his flat-mate, who was obviously putting quite a bit of effort into this surprise meal.
Finally, Sherlock called John in to where he’d set the kitchen table with proper flatware and everything, even including two flutes of champagne. John sat down as Sherlock placed a plate in front of him. “I tried my hand at escargots, out of curiosity,” Sherlock explained the small brown circles stuffed into the mushroom caps, “Let me know what you think.” The amateur chef seated himself across from John, looking quite accomplished with a smug little smile. John delicately stabbed one of the quivering morsels, relishing the garlic as it wafted up at him. He took a bite, and immediately looked over at Sherlock, whose face seemed to be matching the utter surprise and horror that John was sure he’d been stuck with.
Sherlock set his fork down with a clatter of finality. “Oh well,” he sighed, “At least there’s dessert.”
The baked Alaska was delicious.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time to say it, but Chris thought she was pretty. And suddenly he felt as if that were the most compelling thing in the world as he looked across the table at the subtly smiling Clementine. “I like you, you know,” he said blatanly to her while she stired uncontently at her gourmet dinner. Her blue-speckled green eyes drifted up to meet with his, and her lips curved upward in a ghostly manor. Yes, she was most certainly pretty.
there was a gourmet of food in front of her
so much she felt like she could be content
for eternity
a dangerous thing, too much of one substance can be
too dangerous
if in the wrong hands too much of anything can be abused
but this was just food, right?
well, that’s what they want you to think.
Gourmet chef, word kinda looks funny “gou” is it british? “met” how I met you’re mother, should start that series.
foods that are delicious sometimes small and weird with interesting tastes and flavors that trickle on your taste buds. snails. ants. chocolate. poop coffee. wine. delicacy. gourmet.
High life. That’s what we all want, the French-sounding dishes in China plates and polished silverware…it’s as much about the setting as the food itself. If we’re eating gourmet, everything else has to be alright, doesn’t it? Not just comfort food, but comforting food.
A gourmet cook is a perosn who can create rather than regurgitate recipes. They know how to combine different flavor profiles to achieve the best result. They do not rely on recipes taken from others or family lore
what’s the definition of gourmet? if it includes all foods people enjoy even though not expensive, i’d like the word.
Mmm, gourmet. Reminds me of those days when I was a kid and I would eat the “Gourmet” giant pretzels at Sam’s Club. They were epic, and appealing in the greatest. For some reason I can’t quite grasp, I don’t miss them.