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See also: Geese Quotes
Goose Quotes
“Often, admiring a chef and getting to know him is like loving goose liver and then meeting the goose.”
George Lang, restaurateur
“The goose is nothing, but man has made of it an instrument for the output of a marvelous product, a kind of living hothouse in which there grows the supreme fruit of gastronomy.”
Charles Gérard, ‘L'Ancienne Alsace à table’
“Goose, n. A bird that supplies quills for writing. These, by some occult process of nature, are penetrated and suffused with various degrees of the bird's intellectual energies and emotional character, so that when inked and drawn mechanically across paper by a person called an 'author', there results a very fair and accurate transcript of the fowl's thought and feeling. The difference in geese, as discovered by this ingenious method, is considerable: many are found to have only trivial and insignificant powers, but some are seen to be very great geese indeed.”
Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) - 'The Devil's Dictionary' (1911)
“What is sauce for the goose may be sauce for the gander, but it is not necessarily sauce for the chicken, the duck, the turkey or the Guinea hen.”
Alice B. Toklas
"There was an Old Man of Dunluce,
Who went out to sea on a goose;
When he'd gone out a mile,
he observ'd with a smile,
'It is time to return to Dunluce.'"
Edward Lear, English artist, writer; known for his 'literary nonsense' & limericks (1812-1888)
"There never was such a goose. Bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavor, size and cheapness were the themes of universal admiration. Edged out by apple-sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family; indeed, as Mrs. Cratchit said with great delight (surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish) they hadn't ate it all at last! Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows."
Charles Dickens, ‘A Christmas Carol’
"At last the dishes were set on, and grace was said. It was succeeded by a breathless pause, as Mrs Cratchit, looking slowly all along the carving-knife, prepared to plunge it in the [goose] breast; but when she did, and when the long- expected gush of stuffing issued forth...."
Charles Dickens, ‘A Christmas Carol’
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