The Luncheon - William Somerset Maugham

“Oh never fear honey bun, that is one thing Keith will never do. Trust me on that one. And yes I am a little jealous you can eat anything you want and still lose weight.” She sighed into the phone, “It’s hard keeping a nice figure without eating like a bird when what I really want to do is scarf down all the goodies you can get away with. But enough of skirting the subject how was dinner?”

“I am going to get the kids meal though because I am not that hungry. I won’t eat it if we take it go.”

“Look, all we’ve been eating on this trip is chicken and pasta, exactly what we have at home almost every night. Don’t you want to try something new and authentic?”

“I’m Catherine.” I did not say much else. So much was going on around me, and there were so many strange people; I felt much more comfortable as an observer.

“Eat a lot you won’t get to eat till after grand entry,” my Gaga says, like everyday during Pow Wows.

“I know I need to eat more and I will when I feel better. I'm just too groggy and tired to try to eat. Please, just let me rest a bit longer. That's all I really need right now,” she told Nancy.

Jonathan Safran Foer provides a compelling argument for being a vegetarian in Against Meat. Foer doesn’t persuade us by telling us simply not to eat meat; rather he just gives us personal stories for why he and his family chose not to eat meat. “Against meat” is an article of Foer’s morals on whether or not to eat meat from the stories of his grandmother’s cooking and his childhood. Jonathan Safran Foer starts off the article with a story about his grandmother in order to connect on a personal level with the audience. Foer is passionate about food because of his grandmother.

“Oh,” Lela said not noticing for a second what she was talking about, she snuck in a tiny laugh, “this is how I eat everything, Mrs. Johnson.” she said cheerfully. She formed her best smile to be extra

“Truthfully Berkline, you could hold off a few days from the chop suey, from any food for that matter.”

We walk into the diner and sit at two stools at the front counter. A somewhat short woman with a lazy eye and her old age obvious comes over to take their order.

Sonny shakes his head. "No thank you." He could never admit this to anyone, especially to Barba, that Dr Rudnick's words still lingered in the back of his mind about watching his weight. Yet here he was, in a twist of irony, wanting to encourage Barba's snacking habits. It made no sense.

"I don't want this, I'm not fond of eating garbage." She distractedly threw the sandwich on the floor "Clean that up, dear."

“There’s no sense in talking about anything at dinner because it’s not going to change anything. You don’t even care what I think! Why are you pretending like you do? You’re going to do whatever you want to do, or whatever Dr.Phillips tells

"Do you want anything?" She asks, referring to the food. "Get me the tater tots. No ketchup. I'll go sit down." I said.

DAISY: You seldom eat with company? That’s quite a surprise considering the turnout of most of your parties.