Quotes About Homemade

I'm a control freak, and anytime I direct something, I try to make it as homemade and handmade as possible. I feel like that's my favorite type of filmmaking, where you can see the seams, and it doesn't feel like a swiftly produced, whole seeky-eyed event.

Dad cooks milk shakes. In the blender.

We dug the asparagus, and tonight Aunt Charlotte cooked it for me herself with butter and melted cheese. I ate a whole plateful and drank half the brown jug of sweet milk. Then I had two slices of the thick coarse-grain bread that Aunt and the nuns make fresh every day.

I'm so hungry, comrade! It has been days since we ate those two raccoons!' 'I know comrade. I'm even beginning to wish we had some of your homemade quiche!' 'Oh comrade! Do you mean it?' 'Hey--Hey! None of that! If you ever tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it!

Beside the plain blue homespun and white linen which modestly clothed Aunt Rachel and Judith, Kit's flowered silk gave her the look of some vivid tropical bird lighted by mistake on a strange shore.

Once you've used soap you made by hand with contemporary techniques, there is no going back to store-bought.

At the start of each week, I generally cook a box of quinoa, and while it's simmering, I saute onions, garlic and any veggies I have on hand in a separate pan. I season the vegetables with Spike, a seasoning blend my mom always used when I was growing up, or a little Bragg Liquid Aminos. I always add crushed red pepper and chopped fresh herbs.

I bake a chocolate cake from scratch every week.

My mom cooked for us, and on the weekend, we always had Sunday dinner. My father liked to bake.

People that know me know that I cook. I cook every night.

I cook every day.

I think people know that I love food, but maybe people don't know that I cook a lot.

I don't know how to cook, but I do know how to bake.

I'm not a strong cook. I can do the crockpot; that's about it.

I love cooking - I make dinner pretty much every night.

I think baking's far easier than cooking, and because of that, it's more approachable.

Well, I've made elderflower cordial.

My mother always cooked, every day, proper food. We didn't have fast food. It was probably pretty much meat and two veg, but as time went on and new things came into the culture, she embraced all of that. I grew up with mealtimes and sitting around the table with proper cooking and eating.

In the amount of time it takes to microwave a TV dinner, you can put something much tastier on the table, I promise.

I am good at baking. I don't know if that counts as a talent, but I love to bake. Everybody says I'm good at it, so apparently I make the best banana bread.

If you want French fries, then make them yourself from whole potatoes and unrefined, unprocessed oil.

The tight sound of Jenks's wings prompted a flurry of motion, and I watched Bis jam the wad of paper into his mouth and Belle yank a hand of homemade cards from under her leg. Bis suddenly had a hand of cards, too—looking tiny in his craggy fist—and I rolled my eyes when he threw a card down on the pile as Jenks flew in.

My mother's blueberry pie from scratch was amazing. I still make it today.

The kitchen smelled amazing. Turkey-apple sausage sizzled in a blackened iron skillet on the sturdy old eight-burner gas range. Thick slices of bread toasted in a shiny vintage Toastmaster. Hair tied back, sleeves rolled up on her blouse, apron around her waist, Grace tossed a handful of pecans into the skillet and let them brown with the sausage while she flipped a cheddar-filled omelet in another pan. The heady aroma of freshly ground black dark-roast coffee filled the kitchen.