And she gave the savoury meat and the bread, which she had prepared, into the hand of her son Jacob.

Bring me venison, and make me savoury meat, that I may eat, and bless thee before the LORD before my death.

Taste

Taste

You've got taste in clothes, taste in food....

And he went, and fetched, and brought them to his mother and his mother made savoury meat, such as his father loved.

And you could taste herbs, you could taste spices.

No taste?

Taste it.

Taste? Maybe.

Extraordinary taste.

Taste good?

Your taste in music, your taste in art, your politics.

What fantastic taste.

Such mediocre taste.

What bizarre taste.

You taste good.

Don't taste bad.

I mean, taste.

Here, taste this.

You taste good.

An unusual taste!

Babies love the taste of sweet and hate the taste of bitter.

The taste is delicious.

At least, taste it.

What's it taste of?

It's always about taste.

You have some taste.

Bittersweet this would taste

It would taste great.

Here, Martha, taste this.

The taste of death.

How did it taste?

And in questionable taste.

Not to your taste?

She's got knowledge, taste...

Such simply elegant taste.

What taste you have.

If that's your taste...

She has good taste.

Lotus taste it again.

And make me savoury meat, such as I love, and bring it to me, that I may eat that my soul may bless thee before I die.

Did you taste the rice?

Does the soup taste good?

Each has his own taste.