“After dinner the whole family stretched out on the benches and the floor of the depot and read, with the dictionary in the middle of the room so we kids could look up words we didn’t know...Occasionally, on those nights when we were all reading together, a train would thunder by, shaking the house and rattling the windows. The noise was thunderous, but after we’d been there a while, we didn’t even hear it.”
“Dinner was pizza, and even though it was homemade by her father [...] Coraline ate the entire slice she had been given.
Well, she ate everything except for the pineapple chunks.”
“Sometimes my mother laughs like crazy at my jokes. Other times she pretends not to get them. And then, there are times when I know she gets them but she doesn’t seem to like them. This was one of those times. So I decided no more jokes until after dinner.”
“So they waited, and grumbled, and watched the macaroni cheese congeal between them on the table. But MCC Berkshire never came for his supper. Not that night or any night.”
“his daughter took her needle and began stitching and his son took is Barlow knife and started whittling and they cooked dinner in their new kettle and afterwards everyone ate a winter peppermint candy and that night the ox-cart man sat in front of his fire stitching new harness for the young ox in the barn”
“Grandpa kept some of the fish they caught in a net in the water. Every evening Stina pulled it out of the water and chose a fish for dinner. It was always delicious.”
″ ‘That’s a good lunch,’ said Albert. ‘I think it’s nice that there are all different kinds of lunches and breakfasts and dinners and snacks. I think eating is nice.’ ”
“Laugh and be good, and after dinner we will make him a nest on the floor in a corner, and he shall sit in his nest and see a dance of eighteen cooks.”
″‘Dinner is served,’ she announced, carrying this big plate of congealed spaghetti. We each sat at opposite ends of the table with the candles burning away. I poured us some wine in these long-stemmed glasses, and for a few moments we just sat looking at each other—her with the feather in her hair and me with my moustache.
‘To the Pigman,’ I said softly.
‘To the Pigman.’
She lifted her glass, and she was lovely.”
“Early dinner had been laid in a private upstairs room at the Trow. A great honey-baked ham crusted with cloves sat on a pewter serving dish on a side table, along with a roasted green goose, a pig’s face, boiled tongue, a dish of oyster sauce, another of cheesecake and a tower of damson cheese.”
“And instead of a nice dish of minnows- they had a roasted grasshopper with lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but I think it must have been nasty!”