“Apple pies!" "Cider!" "Invasive? Native!" "Johnny Chapman's. Our land now."
“Cake with blue and yellow frosting”. “Who for, Sir?” “Alyosha, Chernobyl survivor”.
"Can you cook?" "Only Maggi." "Same." They had an understanding.
“Chocolate and Rosagolla?? Together?? Really??!” “Just like you and me, babe!”
"Cobras go uneaten? Gold for all, Jīmūtavāhana, but Garuḍa starves?"
“Congratulations, Mr. President”. His husband’s lips taste of coffee and cookies.
"Don't halve the sugar! Mother's recipe - exception to Mother's rule."
“Here!” She halved her roti. “But it’s your share!” “Hunger over fairness.”
“Hot chocolate”. “You shouldn’t have”. “I’d do the same for my son”.
"I'd die for these rosogolla!" She was finished soon. Poetic Justice?
“Lasagna!” “Biryani!” “Ladoo!” “Tiramisu!” “CAKE!” “Done! Game on!” “Nope, different game. Bed!”
“Missed Maa's food!” NRI reunited with Maa after COVID-19. Food with love.
"My mortal appetite must not defile another divine mango, Punītavatī!"
"No food left Beta". Doorbell: "Food packets from restaurant below on Inauguration"
"Our tiramisù contains alcohol." "Religious discrimination!" "Mascarpone is cheese." “Spoilsport!"
"Suleiman ibn Daúd! Feeding cyanobacteria today? We bloom; fish asphyxiate."
"To love!" They raised a toast. He drank wine. She tasted blood.
"Where's my mishti-doi?" "Eaten." "Now I will eat you." Cannibalism?"
"With Love, Mom." Her favourite food in the tiffin.Everything was perfect.
“Your baby craves mangoes. And you?” She answered with a longing kiss.
"Yummy sauce! Puttanesca means what?" "Tell you at home, Grandma!"
100 gallis. 1000 aromas. 10000 vendors. But THAT jalebi still evades me.
140 pounds. Pah! More icecream. Thinness is a societal standard anyway.
A baby’s wail. Not mine but the milk that soothed her was.
A conversation over a pizza let to a lifetime of friendship.
A doleful story, My Nephew glommed my chocolate
A hot tea.. Reading a book. A perfect monsoon day!
A house full of people, he still ate alone. Until she came.
A man finishes eating. A black bag is pulled over his head.
A mother feeds. An orphan child sheds tears.
A sip of creamy coffee and sleeping taste buds awaken delighted.
A sip of tea. A breath. The scent of wet soil soothes.
A sip spilled on the tablecloth, you lost your life, in wine.
A starving eight year old stares at the roti he cannot afford.
A steaming cup of coffee. A couple. Indirect kisses whisper passion.
Almond muffins. Polite staff. Friendly customers. A busy bakery
Amalgamating every buttery layer while blushing on tandoor. That’s Amritsari Kulcha.
An old woman. Aroma of fresh cookies. No one to eat? Loneliness.
Another Day, Another meal, Belly fat is increasing.
Another day. Hungry stomach. Fed by the acid churning inside.
Another successful venture. Afterall, he ate his lucky McMuffin before starting it.
Arnav made Jalebi for the first-time for Khushi using internet recipe.
Baked cupcakes. Mischievous puppy stole. Mum complained. Dad spanked.
Barfi, said the sonographer. She never saw the light of day.
Barfis. Laddoos. Modaks. Festive mood everywhere.Finally felt like she was home.
Because ice-cream tastes even better After the stroke of midnight.
Bhajiyas. Music. Rain. Travelling in the train. Things that keep me sane.
Birthday today. Sweet cake but no mom. Bitter day.
Biryani, divine flavor on the palate. Man made you, man eats you.
Bittergourd Curry in Lunchbox, Filled with Her Love, Tasted Sweet to Him.
Blanket. Basket. Sandwiches and chips. strawberries and watermelon. games and fun. Picnic
Boy's mouth slurping last dribble of icecream, eyes prying for subsequent snack.
Burgers and ice creams. Children cheered. Teachers distributed. Crowded zoo canteen.
Cake with poisonous fondant, they vowed pain and death for each other
Candles blown, cake cut. Explosion!. Birthday girl lifeless. Police interrogate step brother.
Chaat, Panipuri and Samosa: holi trinity of the snacks!
Cheap salty biscuits and stale Orange juice— painful memories of his childhood.
Chocolate cakes. Him. Memories. Pain. I can't do it again!
Chocolate is an aphrodisiac, and so are her luminous lips.
Chocolate laced strawberries and the passionate night of consummation… their Florentine memories.
Chocolate, honey, whipped cream. Take me now, make me scream.
Coffee. It gave me a second chance to fall in love.
Cold and ashy steel lusting and cutting potatoes in julienne for frying.
Cookies & Cream, Imlie and a ring. Aryan’s proposal was complete.
Cookies on the tray. Into oven. We wait thrilled. Burned!
Cooking exams. New ingredients. Roasted instinctively , avoided frying, Tasting time, unexpected outcome …
Cooking is like magic. Even a wicked witch enjoys it too.
Corner of her lips dirty with cream and chocolate. Like in childhood.
Crispy bite, spicy Paanipuri burst . He lovingly wipes her cheek….Sweet beginnings…
Cupcake, where's my cupcake, Priya?! In my stomach, Ram.
Cupcakes and Curiosity— The foundation stones of “thick as thieves” tribe’s camaraderie.
Cupcakes in a cafe. Yearning gazes.Fingers intertwined. Secret kisses. Two lovers!
Cupcakes! First time my green-eyed princess distracted me, gorging them!
Cutting chai? Earl grey? Friction. Love at first sight, it was not!
Dairy Milk on bed. "Always proud of you, cadet" Dad's note said.
Dal Makhani dictate law and desire melting with butter, adorned with sin.
Dark and hushed. Fangs bared. A piercing bite. The vampire feeds.
Death by love, he sputtered. She smiled venomously, as the cyanide spread.
Deep looks. Sparks fly. They feed sweets. Finally a kiss.
Delicious food, music, laughter and a serial killer. The carnival was historic.
Diwali, challenge for the strongest! Gulab Jamun, Kaju Katli, Kalakand, Rasmalai, Rasogulla.
Drinking nectar from flowers, flying freely on colorful wings. Short, happy life.
Ears held. Kheer served. Their fight was long forgotten
Eating ashes of burnt word, toasting with goblets of hate.
Eating cookies in a cafe. Thinking of you. Wish you were here!
Exam season. Good luck curd. You will pass. Move forward unfettered.
Feeds Kheer to hungry son. He turns, expecting mom. No one there…..
Finally asked crush on date. Ordered super cheesy pizza. She was allergic.
First time he cooked, she was charmed . Last time she dropped dead.
Five people. Four portions. The mother smiles; she's already eaten.
Flamboyant girl. Reticent guy. Finding love over samosas and chai.
Food can solve all problems. For another, harmful. Excess or dearth.
For the world, she was always dieting. She binge ate in private.
Fresh as dewdrops on wet palm leaf. Jalebi, sea of saffron sweetness.
Friends, joy, laughter, music, congratulations, candles, cake! It´s her birthday
Full stomach. Empty soul. Sour green lemon dyes memories of regrets.
G loves S like the truffles on his pasta and she knows.
Gabriel fed Julia an apple and became the apple of her eyes.
Grandson asked for dosa and Grandpa made dosa. What a dosa bond!
Growing stomach. Midnight cravings. Breastfeeding. A mother is born.
Happiness is aloo paratha made by mom, on Sunday morning.
Having dinner in Burj Khalifa, then voice came, Wakeup, it's morning.
He did not attend her phone. She gave him burnt offering (food)
He eats to live. She lives to eat. Class difference.
He kissed her sweet mouth and called her “his sweet little candy”.
He loved Aamras Poori. She loved Veg Kolhapuri. Agreed on Paneer Tandoori.
He offers a drink. Two sips; her eyes droop closed. Comforted? Caged.
He ogled. The wine travelled from her lips to her cleavage. Advantage.
He ordered a ratatouille, but his heart yearned for an Indian thali.
He seductively ate the chocolate cake, leaving her breathless… hungry for more.
He she come at restaurant. Share table, eat pakore. Together, become friends
He sneaked. She searched. Cheesy Pizza disappeared. Victory of rats.
He steals. He eats. Cause he loves Makhan Mishri.
He took her out for steak… found his eyes stuck on her.
He wanted Tikka, She wanted Burger, In end, they ordered Tikka Burger
Her deception made life bitter. With bitter almonds, he'd return the favour.
Her frappe, his cappuccino. Swapped. Happy anniversary, he wished, a year later.
His golgappa in her mouth. Frown on his. She choked. He laughed.
Homeless beggar offers stale bread. Heartbroken furry friend, abandoned by millionaire master.
Honey cold, clammy. He wept, hugging her. Dripping honey into honey’s mouth.
Horny girlfriend. Hungry boyfriend. Packed donuts. Romance in vehicle
How it started? She questioned. Dear bring Tea for guests. He replied.
Hugs. Kisses. A slice of pizza. And they lived happily ever after.
Hunger in Jayadratha's eyes. "Have breakfast - fifty animals." Vṛkodara's leftovers.
Hungry eyes reflect mine. My country's foe. Roti is torn. War pauses.
I always complained. Here, Biriyani can't even beat "your" Aloo Siddo Bhaat.
I awoke, leaving my biryani alone in my dream.
I cooked Biryani in 40 minutes, still couldn't win. Forgot the Salt.
I don’t have to scavenge for food on school days, he said.
I look at her, sipping my coffee. Wish she would be mine.
I would love to loose weight, but I have separation anxiety
Joy is the warm and enveloping scent of freshly baked cookies
Khushi never ate Pasta. It is going to change forever.
Kids ate lollipop. Shopkeeper fines mother, she slaps kids. Child abuse charges.
Knew you’d be the death of me! One sip later, he collapsed.
Licking off each other, mouth melting cheesecake. Lovers melted , reached heavenly heights.
Lips melded. Strawberries and cinnamon. Breathless moans. Ecstasy. Sight was definitely overrated.
Lips tasted of honey, strawberry. I felt her sweetness weaken my loneliness.
Location? Indoors. Outdoors. Outfits? Traditional. Modern. Cuisine? Indian. Indian. Food united them.
Love for Coffee brought them together. A broken tea cup ended it.
Luna family's food recipes were fought over for generations, until the fire.
Masala dosai. Shengdaana in a paper cone. Long walks. Home. Memories. Appa.
Meghana can cook food for an entire village who never cooked before
Memorable childhood, Gola, Samosa, Chaat all in 20 Rupees, life was sorted.
Mesmerizing night, Rain, candles, Me and You, I referred to my dinner.
Michelin meal. Full stomach. Empty heart craves for mom's rajma-chawal.
Missing: one modaka. Dāmodara! My effort? Consumed ahead of Time!
Mithibai College. Frankies. Anand Stall. Vada Pav. Nostalgia. Gossip.
Morning breakfast, fed by amma, golden days, can they return?
Multi-cuisine spread by world's finest chefs. Eyes search diner for mom's idlis.
Munching a burger with gusto. T’was in the garbage, only for her.
My first roti. India's map. I kept practising daily. Made it round!
New mothers. One prepared. Other early. Hungry stomachs. Prepared breasts feed both.
Nostalgia. What is that? Hmm… Imlie, Guddi ke baal, papad… ha Biskut
Not Chai Tea. Not Chai Latte. It is Masala Cha.
Oblivion by hunger, thirst. Extraordinary cocktail served directly by Morpheus’s hand.
One bite. Eyes tear. He nods. Her mother's recipe. After ten years.
Parched throat. Fainting limbs. Weary eyes feast on stale bread. Born anew.
Peheli rasoi. Atta spill. He wipes her, thrilling unexpected touch… eyelock…
Pie's ready. Mom's happy. Children come. The cat looks innocent.
Pineapple upside down cake !…with Brown sugar, Rum. Tasted like mother’s hug
Pizza Corner. The Adventures of Zzapi Nercor. Best Childhood Ever
Pizza is a mix of sensations, smells, tastes that intoxicate your senses.
Pratap's cool nature complimented Ajabde's high-temper. Sizzler and Coke flaunt perfect combination.
Pumpkin pies, fallen leaves, looming winter. His ring around her finger.
Pure black coffee. In all its bitterness. Not disguised by sweet particles.
Ram and Joey became best friends over their love for sandwiches.
Recipe. Weigh. Whisk. Fill. Bake. Test. Cake is ready. Enjoy!
Relationship status: It’s complicated; jiggling between healthy diet and craving unhealthy carbs.
Relished dinner, Meatloaf, wine. Whispering sweet nothings, kissing, sleeping together under stars.
Relishing fish fries, crunchy coat, delicious buttery softness. Fishbone stuck. Choking, panicking.
Rima made pancakes. She misses grandmother. Grandmother used to make amazing pancakes.
Rishi bought chocolate. The alien ate it gladly. Nice farewell gift!
Romeo baked to show his love, Juliet ate them to prove hers.
Saltless porridge again. Eager eyes meet his. He finishes, filling her heart.
Scariest moment, I opened fridge, not find my Pizza, eaten by sister.
Shared Cupcake made them friends. But Ice-cream promoted them to best friends.
She ate. He watched her. It was love at first bite.
She bit into the laddoo and mourned the end of her freedom.
She boiled a funny bone, and made laughing stock . It was Humerous.
She cooked. He waited. A pinch of love made parathas more delicious.
She drank the ocean of tears. He could not quench her thirst.
She eyed the gulab-jamuns hungrily, until she noticed someone even more appetising.
She likes coffee. He prefers tea. But they always drink together.
She needed love. He just needed money and food.
She reached for the popcorn. As did he. Popcorn Fell. Hearts flew.
She says yes. He slides a corn ring onto her finger.
She signed the divorce papers because he got the wrong cake.
She was the Indian Kheer to his Italian Tiramisu— sweet and special.
She's angry. He´s worry. She demands mangoes. He promise. Reconciliation.
She's sweet sugar. He's burning fire. She melts, pliant. Together, they're caramel.
She:Tea? He:Coffee? Both smiled. Partners of lonely night.
Shiva's spicy zhuṇakā! Siddhi's mouthful dispelled bitterness. Chewing chilies ... sweet?
Sipping champagne. Kissing under the Eiffel Tower. Dream honeymoon at 70.
Skipped meals and snacks. On the scale, 30 kgs of bones perfection!
Smell of maggi in the air. He runs. Sadly it's atta noodles.
Solo trip. Snow mountains. Maggie. Trekking. Peaceful week.
Someone needs spicy air, have lays chips as it's full of air.
Sour cherry. Crisp caramelized sugar on soft pudding. Christmas.Park Street. Kolkata.
Spiked drink. It was the only way he would spill the truth.
Stealing Mangoes. Dogs chased, awakened gardener. Fall into ditch, broken limb. Nightmare.
Stirring the stew with human-flesh, screams from last night excited his cravings.
Stranger's premie. Her own child. Her breasts. First food for both.
Strolling around the market. Smell of spicy food. Choosing a delicious one!.
Sublime scent of milk and coffee together, sprinkled with cocoa. Happiness.
Sugar and spice. He and I. Fiery passion. Sweet poison. \
Sweets (making) are the bread and butter of Gupta family.
Tasting pickled lemons. Tinkling anklets. Yearned for her....Met silence, darkness, eeriness.
Tea and Rahul dropped to the floor. She smiled, her abuse avenged.
The baby giggles. She opens her mouth. The 'airplane' flies in.
The family stares at the empty plate. They are next. Famine's victims.
The frustration of an unfulfilled dream tastes like a too sour sorbet.
The house smells divine. chocolate cake baking in the oven.
The ice cooled her skin, while a fire raged within.
The sale. The purchase. The Empires. Established with the help of spices.
The sandwich needed to be perfect. Her body couldn't withstand another blow.
The soldier prays for the flavor of his mother's love.
The tortured wife cooked Kheer, his favorite. That was his last meal.
The twins took turns on birthday cakes until they tasted cheesecake.
The university is over and I stayed in the kitchen. My world.
The woman smiles. Her own cafe- 'Served With Love.'
There is no better dish than the first potato... after the war.
They knew how to apologize. Ice-cream never failed to reconcile with smile.
They talked and smiled. They ate cake. It's their 50th Anniversary!
Thief came, went to kitchen, Kid screamed take everything except my chocolates.
This Halloween, Jack-o'-lantern and Pumpkin spice latte got the Fashionable couple award.
Three siblings. Two ice-creams. Devoured by one. Soon, all hell broke loose.
Thrown by a full belly. Stale bread. Feast to another rumbling tummy.
Tiger bites off brains. Writing a Bite. Brainless bite despatched to contest.
Ting-Ding. "Ice-cream promise?". "Yes!" His ice-cream melted. Promise wasn't kept.
Toddler's cry, mother's breast dry, poverty is high....
Tongue, stores all tastes, but the ugly ones will also remain indigestible.
Tortured, beaten, escaped luxurious farmhouse. Befriended loving beggar. Eating trash, wagging tail.
Two forks. Half-eaten bowl of maggi. Endless talks about love and life.
Undeniably bitter and black. Chocolate’s real taste.The rest is sweetened.
Vanilla ice-cream and him! She blushed in moonlight heating up in anticipation.
Vomit number four. Instead of losing weight I am swelling of hate.
Weather: Cloudburst. Visions of bhajjis, cups of chai. Heart longs for Mom.
Wedding Cake.tiered, frosted and tasting divine. special memory ours for ever.
What do you like the most? Pizza. She replied. Their forever connection.
Whimper. I offer cheese. Tail wags, limps towards me. Healing begins now.
When she gets cold, she misses her mom, and her Ginger Tea.
Wicked witch used a poisoned Apple. Paige improvised with a Apple Pie.
Wife savoring Chole, husband swallowing a nervous sigh, it's sunday today!
World renowned chef. Yet his slice of heaven was homemade food.
You are such great amalgamation of ingredients, I said to My Pasta.
Yummy Separation Story. Food ingredients parted away in different pots.
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