Jelly Quotes

“Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“The next morning we experienced our very first “full English breakfast,” which consisted of tea, orange juice, cookies, oatmeal, granola, berries, bananas, croissants, grapes, pineapples, prunes, yogurt, five kinds of cold cereal, eggs, hash browns, back bacon, sausage, smoked salmon, tomatoes, mushrooms, beans, toast, butter, jam, jelly, and honey. I don’t know how the British do it.”
― Jared Brock, A Year of Living Prayerfully

“Catching him off guard felt like a good sign. He had a million walls. Maybe if I just started talking, he wouldn't have time to build up a new one.”
― Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

“It was a total catch-22, like a contradiction in terms.”
― Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

“Used to be when a bird flew into a window, Milly and Twiss got a visit. Milly would put a kettle on and set out whatever culinary adventure she'd gone on that day. For morning arrivals, she offered her famous vanilla drop biscuits and raspberry jam. Twiss would get the medicine bag from the hall closet and sterilize the tools she needed, depending on the seriousness of the injury. A wounded limb was one thing. A wounded crop was another.
People used to come from as far away as Reedsburg and Wilton. Milly would sit with them while Twiss patched up the 'poor old robin' or the 'sweet little meadowlark.' Over the years, the number of visitors had dwindled. Now that the grocery store sold ready-bake biscuits and jelly in all the colors of the rainbow, people didn't bother as much about birds.”
― Rebecca Rasmussen, The Bird Sisters

“And yeah, put out as I can be with Mama 'bout a lotta things, I gotta admit she gets all the credit for getting me interested in cooking when I was just knee-high to a grasshopper. Gladys never seemed to give a damn about it when we were kids, which I guess is why she and that family of hers nourish themselves today mainly on KFC and Whoppers and junk like that. But me, I couldn't keep my eyes off Mama when she'd fix a mess of short ribs, or cut out perfect rounds of buttermilk biscuit dough with a juice glass, or spread a thick, real shiny caramel icing over her 1-2-3-4 cakes. And I can remember like it was yesterday (must have been about 4 years old at the time) when she first let me help her bake cookies, especially the same jelly treats I still make today and could eat by the dozen if I didn't now have better control.
"Honey, start opening those jars on the counter," she said while she creamed butter and sugar with her Sunbeam electric hand mixer in the same wide, chipped bowl she used to make for biscuit dough. Strawberry, peach, and mint- the flavors never varied for Mama's jelly treats, and just the idea of making these cookies with anything but jelly and jam she'd put up herself the year before would have been inconceivable to Mama.”
― James Villas, Hungry for Happiness

“The whole goddamn American people wants its bone structure decalcified, they want to be a heap of jelly.”
― Gil Orlovitz, Milkbottle H

“Mmm. You strike me as a jam-maker.'
'Really? Why?'
He grins down at me. up close, his eyes look almost black, especially shadowed as they are by long eyelashes. Right now, they shine with barely restrained mirth. 'Because you're so sweet.”
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes / A Torch Against the Night / A Reaper at the Gates

“I've been eating my version of Herme's Ispahan macaron all week, trying to get it right."
"Eating what?"
"Ispahan. It's a rose macaron, with raspberry insertion... that berry jelly in the middle.”
― Hannah Tunnicliffe, The Color of Tea

“The outer wall of meat was already extravagantly delicious...
... but now it's as though a mellow yet aromatic geyser of savory umami flavor has suddenly burst through!
Ah!
There, between the layers of meat! Some sort of thick juice is seeping out!"
"Yep! I've boiled down some meat stock and seasonings to make an extra-thick Jellied Consommé!
Right before serving, I used a special cooking injector to inject it into various spots in the meat layer. As you eat, you stumble across it unexpectedly, giving the dish sudden, intriguing changes of flavor!”
― Yūto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 30 [Shokugeki no Souma 30]

“The inventor of Aeroplane Jelly was a tram driver.”
― Jan O'Connell, A Timeline of Australian Food: From Mutton to Masterchef

“Mate.” He buries his face into my neck, and I tip my head to the side, shivering when he runs his lips over my throat. “Mine.” His words come out as a harsh growl that makes my pussy clench with need as the hard length of his cock presses against my ass. I can’t hold in my breathy moan.

“Oh, bloody hell. Really?” I slide my gaze to Valen. He’s shaking his head. “Go to the car, at least. There are children. Now I have to start all over.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer

“Are you still mad?”

“Not as much,” I admit, glaring back toward the school. “She looked at your penis.”

“So did the kids. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have shifted in front of them.”

“She blushed.” I grind my teeth and fist my hands.

“And?”

“And?” I face him, my rage rising again. “That’s my penis!”

He beams at me. “Say it again.”

Narrowing my eyes, I poke his chest. “My. Penis.”
― Rory Miles, Shadow Slayer