Candy Quotes

“Whoooa! Red! Green! Yellow! Brown! Purple! Even black!
Look at all those bowls full of brilliantly colored batter!"
She used strawberries, blueberries, matcha powder, cocoa powder, black sesame and other natural ingredients to dye those batters. They look like a glittering array of paints on an artist's palette!
"Now that all my yummy edible paints are ready...
...it's picture-drawing time!"
"She twisted a sheet of parchment paper into a piping bag and is using it to draw all kinds of cute pictures!"
"You're kidding me! Look at them all! How did she get that fast?!"
Not only that, most chefs do rough sketches first, but she's doing it off the cuff! How much artistic talent and practice does she have?!
"All these cutie-pies go into the oven for about three minutes. After that I'll take them out and pour the brown sugar batter on top..."
"It appears she's making a roll cake if she's pouring batter into that flat a pan."
"Aah, I see. It must be one of those patterned roll cakes you often see at Japanese bakeries. That seems like an unusually plain choice, considering the fanciful tarts she made earlier."
"The decorations just have to be super-cute, too."
"OOOH! She's candy sculpting!"
"So pretty and shiny!"
That technique she's using- that's Sucre Tiré (Pulled Sugar)! Of all the candy-sculpting arts, Sucre Tiré gives the candy a glossy, nearly glass-like luster... but keeping the candy at just the right temperature so that it remains malleable while stretching it to a uniform thickness is incredibly difficult!
Every step is both delicate and exceptionally difficult, yet she makes each one look easy! She flows from one cutest technique to the next, giving each an adorable flair! Just like she insisted her apple tarts had to be served in a pretty and fantastical manner...
... she's even including cutesy performances in the preparation of this dish!”
― Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 29 [Shokugeki no Souma 29]

“On this she was very decided. "Black licorice and Sour Patch Kids." I smiled at her enthusiasm.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Midnight Sun

“She'd survived on wine and sugar for months because, fuck it, she never really got a childhood, and what was grief but an extended tantrum to be salved by sex and candy?”
― Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies

“But most of all, where did this deeply complex sweetness come from?! It's far too nuanced to be solely brown sugar!"
"Oh, the answer to that is in the flavoring I used."
"Soy sauce?!"
"Oh my gosh, she added soy sauce to a dessert?!"
"I used it at the very end of the recipe.
To make the whipped-cream filling, I used heavy cream, vanilla extract, light brown sugar and a dash of soy sauce.
Once the cakes were baked, I spread the whipped cream on top, rolled them up and chilled them in the fridge for a few minutes.
All of that made the brown sugar in the cake both taste and look even cuter than it did before."
"Aah, I see. The concept is similar to that of salted caramels. Add salt to something sweet..
... and by comparison the sweetness will stand out on the tongue even more strongly.
She's created a new and unique dessert topping- Soy Sauce Whipped Cream!"
"Soy sauce whipped cream, eh? I see! So that's how it works!"
Since it isn't as refined as white sugar, brown sugar retains trace amounts of minerals, like iron and sodium.
The unique layered flavor these minerals give to it matches beautifully with the salty body of soy sauce!
"Without brown sugar as the main component, this exquisite deliciousness would not be possible!"
"It tastes even yummier if you try some of the various fruits in between each bite of cake.
The candy sculptures are totally edible too.
If you break one up into crumbs and crunch on it while taking a bite of the cake, it's super yummy."
How wonderfully surprising! Each and every bite...
... is an invitation to a land of dreams! ”
― Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 29 [Shokugeki no Souma 29]

“Fruits are naturally nurtured candies.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“While the others tended the flowers outside, the kitchen was her garden, where feasts and banquets bloomed. At twenty-six, she couldn't imagine ever loving anything as much as cooking. Nothing fancy though; no big white plates and tiny morsels. Candy cooked to feed the soul. Flavor and quantity were of equal importance. She had become Thornfield's resident cook when she dropped out of high school and convinced June she was safe with knives. It's in your blood, Twig said after a bite of her first cassava cake, fresh from the oven. These are your gifts, June said when Candy served her first platter of spring rolls with mango chutney, made from homegrown vegetables and herbs. It was true; when she was cooking or baking, it was almost as if a deeper, hidden knowledge took over her hands, her instincts, her tastebuds. She thrived in the kitchen, spurred by the idea that maybe her mother was a chef, or her father a baker. Cooking soothed the incision-like cut she felt inside whenever she thought that she might never know.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“her lower lip
was like an orange
mint. and
i was a crying
little boy
in the candy store.”
― Ron Padgett

“Not everything that looks candy is sweet”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Your pain tastes like candy.”
― Alistair Cross, The Crimson Corset

“In the section with edible flowers I stopped short, a bright yellow-and-purple pansy in my hands, hearing my mother's voice from long ago.
Pansies are the showgirls of the flower world, but they taste a little grassy, she'd confided to me once as we pulled the weeds in her herb and flower garden. I put a dozen pansies in my cart and moved on to carnations. Carnations are the candy of the flower world, but only the petals. The white base is bitter, she'd instructed, handing me one to try. In my young mind carnations had been in the same category as jelly beans and gumdrops. Treats to enjoy.
"Impatiens." I browsed the aisles of Swansons, reading signs aloud. "Marigolds."
Marigolds taste a little like citrus, and you can substitute them for saffron. My mother's face swam before my eyes, imparting her kitchen wisdom to little Lolly. It's a poor woman's saffron. Also insects hate them; they're a natural bug deterrent.
I placed a dozen yellow-and-orange marigolds into my cart along with a couple different varieties of lavender and some particularly gorgeous begonias I couldn't resist. I had a sudden flash of memory: my mother's hand in her floral gardening glove plucking a tuberous begonia blossom and popping it in her mouth before offering me one. I was four or five years old. It tasted crunchy and sour, a little like a lemon Sour Patch Kid. I liked the flavor and sneaked a begonia flower every time I was in the garden for the rest of the summer.”
― Rachel Linden, The Magic of Lemon Drop Pie

“Vyzlečme naše duše donaha.”
― Baja Dolce

“Cooking was creative, but also a quotidian process of transformation, central to Vivekananda's maternal relationship to his disciples. He bragged to his Bengali friends about his culinary prowess: 'Last night I made a dish. It was such a delicious mixture of saffron, lavender, mace, nutmeg, cubebs [a java pepper with a tang of allspice], cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, cream, lime juice, onions, raisins, almonds, peppers, and rice ....' He adored spices, but also loved sweetness, as the ingredients to this recipe suggests. In California, he taught his disciples to make rock candy, which he boiled and boiled to ensure its purity. For him, it symbolized the sweetness vital to his spiritual lessons.”
― Ruth Harris, Guru to the World: The Life and Legacy of Vivekananda

“God will always deny you things that appear like candy, yet coated with contagion.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

“I hoarded real gold when that was worth anything. If the currency had changed to sugar cubes, I might've opened a candy shop.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Hopebreaker

“Candy bar nostalgia puts us all on the same page.”
― Bee Wilson, First Bite: How We Learn to Eat

“Whoever thought gelatin-based gummy candies could be so incredibly erotic?”
― Gerri R. Gray, The Strange Adventures of Turquoise Moonwolf

“It wasn't bad but he could never make a life of eating the things—God had given him a head full of good teeth, but not a one of them was sweet.”
― Edward P. Jones, The Known World

“They're bartering for costumes. Grace has a big heart. She lends costumes to those who can't afford the full rental price. Kids repay her with candy, after they've been trick-or-treating."
Bartering? This he had to see. He walked toward them, only to stop by a rack of capes. He squinted between hangers, staying hidden. He recognized the children. Each of them lived with single parents or in a foster home. For all of them, money would be tight. Most couldn't afford a cool costume.”
― Kate Angell, The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine

“Covid Candy: The candy that doesn't leave a taste in your mouth.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Don't​ coat your​ anger​ in​ sugar​ because​ your​ words​ will​ never​ be​ sweet​ enough.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Love is what gives chocolate its taste.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“If lips were made of chocolate, I would kiss everyone that I know.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“I have a chocolate smile.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Another component it has, see, is the chocolate. The chocolate is this unbelievable deliciousness that everyone wants and is lucky to come into contact with. It's sweet, it's light, it's of the highest quality and best flavor. Just so much sugary goodness there."
Benny turns over the piece of the Reese's Cup he's holding between his thumb and forefinger. I've given up trying not to cry.
"But here it's complemented by peanut butter. Peanut butter, it's got protein, right? So it has a lot of strength. A little saltiness, a little punch---this peanut butter won't take your shit sitting down, y'know? Because peanut butter has been through a lot to get here in its current form. A long process, a whole lot of grinding and pressure and struggle, to come out as smooth and complex and amazing as it is."
I see that Raj, Nia, and Lily have wandered into PK 2 and are standing with Seb and the others, watching with expressions ranging from confusion to astonishment to pure enjoyment as Benny gets more and more spirited. About cake.
About clearly much more than cake.
"Now, even with all it took, even with all that these ingredients had to go through, all the heat it's taken to make the cake what it is, people might not be fans of this cake. While it's objectively incredible, perhaps the greatest cake that has ever existed, it's still gonna have haters. There are those who might watch this video and feel the need to comment on this cake, and tell it that it's not as special as it is, or point out what they think are flaws. People will disagree with chocolate and peanut butter being delicious, a stance that is plainly wrong. Others might suggest that Friends of Flavor would somehow be better off without this cake, or that my limited experience making decent Italian food somehow make my presence here more valuable than this cake's.
"Well, I'd like to make it clear that those people don't know a single fucking thing."
Gasps echo through the room, including my own. Did he just say that? Live?
"They don't know about this cake, they don't know how wonderful it is. They've never seen something so purely good, so unobjectionably awesome. They feel intimidated and inferior, because they are inferior and always will be. They don't have anything on this cake and they know it, so they sit behind their computer screens or stand behind their oversize egos and tear it down to try to prop themselves up. But they'll be lucky if they ever cross paths with a cake like this and it dares to spit in their direction.”
― Kaitlyn Hill, Love from Scratch

“But no matter what else happens, this one thing my mom has always had a weakness for--- Monster Cake. A perilous invention from childhood, the day Paige and Mom and I decided to test the limits of our rinky-dink oven with a combination of Funfetti cake mixed with brownie batter, cookie dough, Oreos, Reese's Cups, and Rolos. The result was so simultaneously hideous and delicious that my mom fashioned googly eyes on it out of frosting, and thus, Monster Cake was born.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

“God will always deny you things that look like candy, yet coated with poison.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

“Treacle looked interested. "I used to think like that too--get caught up in the endless cycle of crushing despair and existential dread. Now I'm starting to see it a little like this jawbreaker. Terrible on the outside. But if you get a little deeper? Still terrible. But below that? Terrible. But eventually you get to a point where it isn't terrible. At least I think so. I haven't made it that far yet. Point is, it can't be all bad. Probably. Unless it is. Oh no...I'm starting to feel the existential dread coming on again. We're all doomed, aren't we, Inga?”
― James Hunter, Shadowcroft Academy for Dungeons

“She took a bite-sized Snickers from the bowl of candy on the dining room table and opened it. With Halloween still three days away (and the bowl half empty!) she had obviously bought candy much too early this year. She popped the candy in her mouth and made a mental note to buy more at Walmart. The melting chocolate roused her brain and soothed her nerves. Yes, it made her happy. Joyful even. According to Marie Kondo, identifying joyful objects was only part of the magical tidying-up equation. Thanking each item for doing its job was also key. "Thank you, inventor of the Snickers bar, whoever you are." As far as she was concerned, chocolate should be a major food group.”
― Talya Tate Boerner, Bernice Runs Away

“You know that old movie you made me watch, where the poor kid was standing outside with his nose pressed to the glass? That's how I felt.' / 'That old movie' he’s referring to is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, when Charlie is watching all the kids go hog wild at the candy store but he can’t go inside because he doesn’t have any money.”
― Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean

“[My Halloween costume] was so that people opened their doors and took candy from me.”
― GLEN NESBITT, BREAK OUT OF HEAVEN