Quotes About Cooking

When Tyler got back, she was making minestrone. It always knocked him back a step to see her working in the kitchen.

apron she wore was covered with flour. Jason smelled

Plus you're really hot"—he dumped pasta in the boiling

Wanting someone else to eat the things you have cooked is the same as wanting that person to know you. I figured eating your own cooking is a way of getting to know yourself.

She was indeed tired , as she'd claimed , but it wasn't the cooking that exhausted her. It was the effort of suppressing her contempt for he damn fools who were gathered in the lounge below. She'd called them friends once , these half-wits , with their poor jokes and poorer pretensions.

She was indeed tired , as she'd claimed , but it wasn't the cooking that exhausted her. It was the effort of suppressing her contempt for the damn fools who were gathered in the lounge below. She'd called them friends once , these half-wits , with their poor jokes and poorer pretensions.

and chicken, grits with shrimp and crab, a southern coleslaw

You need your thumbs. They are one reason cats can't make omelettes.

Stickups were chops - they cook fast and hot, you're in and out. A stakeout was ribs - fire down low, slow, taking your time.

I cook with wine, sometimes I even add it to the food.

It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.

catastrophes in his kitchen, too. And he hadn't even blamed her when

Nor can I pass over the Sardinian gnocchetti in its red meat sauce; someone's grandmother spent all day on those,

Inside the house, near the hearth, Amiel had built a sort of fire pit with rocks. It was a safer place to cook than most campsites, really, because there was concrete all around, and I longed to be there when he had the fire going, when we could be cowgirl and cowboy and pretend we weren't a few miles from two million people.

the crew took turns cooking, or paid the apprentices to cook for them.

And during foul weather, there was no cooking at all, and the sailors endured cold

You know how to twirl a good pizza, honey.

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn thought uneasily of her own life, of hours spent making breakfasts, serving dinners, packing lunches into neat paper bags. How was it possible to spend so many hours spreading peanut butter across bread?

the school kitchen had been like the land of the giants, everything economy-sized: rolls of tinfoil half a mile long, jars of mayonnaise big enough to hold his head. His mother was in charge of bringing the world down to scale, chopping melons into dice-sized cubes, portioning pats of butter onto saucers to accompany each roll.

Then she took a piece of bread from the loaf in the bread box, spread it with butter and sprinkled it thickly with sugar, and set it in the oven until the sugar had melted to a bubbling, golden caramel.

It struck her then, as if someone had said it aloud: her mother was dead, and the only thing worth remembering about her, in the end, was that she had cooked. Marilyn thought uneasily of her own life, of hours spent making breakfasts, serving dinners, packing lunches into neat paper bags.

Sophie and I would use her Christmas break to make homemade treats from our very own kitchen. I mean, if thousands of meth addicts can do it, why can't we?

a hand, a look and a nice pan. (coup de main, coup d'oeil et belle casserole.)"