eating - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
If he could have opened his mouth any wider he would have eaten the apple in one bite. As it was he took off a quarter of it in one massive chomp of his gnashers. Then he crunched it up with his mouth opening every time he chewed, treating us to a view of the partially masticated fruit. Then he gulped it down and without pausing to breathe he took another swinging bite at the apple.
She was eating the dinner like she thought it was poisoned. Each forkful was tinier that you'd feed a baby and even then she nibbled it, pausing before taking any more. She was careful too not to allow the food to touch her lips. If this is the way she ate every meal it was easy to see why she was so thin.
He held a wooden platter towards her. There was a piece of warm bread with a slab of melting yellow butter and a thick, hearty slice of roasted pork. She felt no need for pretentious manners and grabbed the pork, ripping a chunk off with her teeth.
He licked his fleshy lips and grabbed a handful of oily h’ors devoures. They were little shrimps, fried to a crisp. He placed a pile of shrimp on his plate and drenched them in creamy, sweet sauce. He pudgy hand clenched the oil soaked shrimp and stuffed them into his mouth. His licked his fingers, smeared with cream and oil. He crunched another handful of crispy shrimp. He snatched a large chicken leg and a large steak. He saturated them in the rich, sweet sauce and popped a large chunk of steak into his mouth. The steak was too thick to chew with his mouth closed, not that he was concerned. He practically owned the kingdom, he just had to make the deal official. He dabbed his fleshy cheeks with a delicate napkin before speaking.
She seated herself across from King Tumidum. He dug into the rich food with ravenous hunger. He shoved toast, eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon, and fried potatoes into his gaping mouth, filling his plump belly. Sapphira could never understand his abrupt manner. She gingerly cut a fried potatoes and placed the oily chunk in her mouth.
He ate so noisily, slurping his soup like some kind of vacuum cleaner. Then, showing no signs of embarrassment he wiped his mouth on his sleeve and belched.
Mom would describe the way he would eat dinner as like a kid with a bag of mixed candy. He'd pick all his favourite things off the plate first and then, when he was half satiated, pull a face at the rest of the meal. Like he was looking at a bag of liquorice and aniseed balls while the flavour of fudge still played on his tongue.
He was eating food the way heroin addicts shoot up. He inhaled everything sweet to get his fix and had no room for anything savoury when meal times came around.
He would eat like food was going out of style. He crammed it in thick and fast, consuming a meal that had taken two hours to prepare and cook in a matter of minutes. Then he would enquire about dessert before anyone else had eaten half their meal.
He would eat like a caveman, taking massive bites of his meat rather than cutting it.
He ate rapidly, stuffing his mouth too full.
His eating was bird-like. He picked at the crumbs and nibbled the edges.
She sat down at the dining table still admiring her surroundings. She couldn't believe she had found a place like this. The king sat down right opposite of her. He was dressed in wealthy clothing with gold jewels and velvet material. Her on the other hand, was still in her mucky, wet clothes from the pond she fell into and her face was covered with dirt and scratches. Her mouth fell open when the servants started to bring trays upon trays of food. She didn't wait for the king. She began stuffing her mouth with roasted garlic potatoes and sliced a chunk of pork, dipping it in apple sauce. She totally forgot her manners in that moment. The king kept staring at her hoarding food in her mouth. She let out a large belch at the end and the king hadn't even started his plate of food.