Quotes About Cooking

Bacon-Fried Chicken

The omelette tasted like flannel.

My definition of man is "a cooking animal." The beasts have memory, judgment, and all the faculties and passions of our mind, in a certain degree; but no beast is a cook…. Man alone can dress a good dish; and every man whatever is more or less a cook, in seasoning what he himself eats.

Oddly, one of the first thoughts that popped into Michael's mind was why didn't these animals mind cooking their friends? Though maybe geese and chickens weren't on the same social level.

In to je moja formula: osnova so najboljše, sveže in naravne sestavine, in vedno kuhati z ljubeznijo.

The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.

A culinary triumph: the ingenious use of food as an offensive weapon.

cook and sleep. Until

Meat Glaze (demi-glace) It's handy to have meat glaze for thickening a pan sauce and giving it body. You can make your own meat glaze by cooking chicken broth down to a fraction of its original volume (definitely a weekend project), or you can buy commercial meat glaze. One of the better meat glazes is made by More-than-Gourmet, usually found in the gourmet section of the supermarket. Meat glaze can be stored in the refrigerator for several months and can be frozen indefinitely.

They're not just recipes. They are family stories and memories.

She had taken a degree in Domestic Science in a college in northern England, and used notebooks from her class to order the household's meals. Sunday: roast beef. Monday: collops with sippets of toast (mince). Tuesday: beef stew. Wednesday: brawn. Thursday: steak and kidney pie. Friday: stewed oxheart. Saturday: tripe and onions. To be a white housewife was hardly arduous.

He headed to the outer Eastern rim of the Galaxy, where it was said, wisdom and truth were to be found, most particularly on planet Hawalius, which was a planet of oracles and seers and soothsayers and also take-out pizza parlors, because most mystics were completely incapable of cooking for themselves.

Gore is nature's way of saying, There are too many human beings on the planet, and I'm trying to rectify this any way I can. SARS didn't work, but trust me, I'm cooking up something better. In the interim, please kill lots of yourselves.

This is not an apartment in which fresh vegetables are consumed. It smells like a dead spice rack.

But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes." Julia Upjohn. "She makes smashing omelettes." Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed. "Then Hercule Poirot has not lived in vain, he said. It was I who taught your Aunt Maureen to make an omelette.

Mary seemed to have taken a perverse pleasure in seeing how best she could alternate undercooking and overcooking.

as long as Mary can't cook and has those awful manners—well, we're safe, nobody else would have her." I perceived that my wife's methods of housekeeping were not so entirely haphazard as I had imagined. A certain amount of reasoning underlay them. Whether it was worthwhile having a maid at the price of her not being able to cook, and having a habit of throwing dishes and remarks at one with the same disconcerting abruptness, was a debatable matter.

The parsley sinking into the butter on a hot day,

Caroline is the lady who cooks for me. Incidentally she is the wife of my gardener. What kind of a wife she makes I do not know, but she is an excellent cook. James, on the other hand, is not a good gardener—but I support him in idleness and give him the lodge to live in solely on account of Caroline's cooking.

I didn't get to that pudding in time. It had boiled dry. I think it's really all right—just a little scorched perhaps. In case it tasted rather nasty I thought I would open a bottle of those raspberries I put up last summer. They seem to have a bit of mould on top but they say nowadays that that doesn't matter. It's really rather good for you—practically penicillin.

Well, I don't agree with you," said Griselda. "You know how little we can afford to pay a servant. If once we got her smartened up at all, she'd leave. Naturally. And get higher wages. But as long as Mary can't cook and has those awful manners—well, we're safe, nobody else would have her.

macaroni au gratin.

Ainsley Harriott

Give that meat a good ol' rub