Quotes About Cooking

As a man, I've learned that there is nothing easier in married life than pleasing your wife with your cooking.

Two days' hunger made a fine sauce for anything.

most of us can cook a better hamburger than McDonald's, but few of us can build a better business system than McDonald's.

Flour is so essential to cakes, you know.

No. Faith never believed Mary Vance. I was dreadfully foolish to believe her, either. Faith loves you already—she has loved you ever since poor Adam was eaten. And Jerry and Carl will think it is jolly. Oh, Miss West, when you come to live with us, will you—could you—teach me to cook—a little—and sew—and— and—and do things? I don't know anything. I won't be much trouble—I'll try to learn fast.

In dark times, when you're feeling homesick or defeated, there is really nothing like a good, steaming soup, and dumplings made from scratch.

Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood

No, but I have passed the point in life where I expect to be satisfied," Augustus said. "At least I don't expect to be satisfied with much. When it comes right down to it, Woodrow, I guess my own cooking beats anything I've come across in this life.

The coyote was moving purposely; perhaps it smelled the cooking meat too.

Heat oven to 350 degrees. Mix ground beef, rice, ½ cup water, onion, salt, garlic salt, and pepper together. Using a large spoon, take scoops from mixture and shape into round balls. Place balls in ungreased baking dish. Stir together tomato sauce, 1 cup water, and Worcestershire sauce and pour over porcupines. Cover with foil and bake for 45 minutes. Remove foil and bake for an additional 10 minutes. Serves

Southern Spoon Bread 2 cups water 1 cup cornmeal 1 cup milk 2 eggs 1 Tbsp. melted butter 2 tsp. salt Mix water and cornmeal in pan. Heat to boiling point and cook for 5 minutes. Beat eggs well, adding in butter, salt, and milk. Add egg mixture to cornmeal mixture. Beat well and bake in a well-greased pan for approximately 25 minutes.

Baked Porcupines 1 lb. ground beef ½ cup uncooked rice ½ cup water â…" cup chopped onions 1 tsp. salt â…› tsp. garlic salt â…› tsp. pepper 1 (15-oz.) can tomato sauce 1 cup water 2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce

Baked Pork Chops in Creamed Corn 4 pork chops 2 Tbsp. oil 1 can creamed corn ½ onion, chopped ¼ cup milk salt and pepper Preheat oven to 300 degrees. Brown pork chops in oil, then place in baking dish. Mix together creamed corn, chopped onion, milk, salt, and pepper. Pour over pork chops and bake for about 2 hours or until fork-tender. Serves 4.

Super Simple Seafood Bisque 2 (10-oz.) cans potato soup 1 cup milk ½ cup cream 2 Tbsp. butter 1 (5-oz.) can shrimp, drained and rinsed 1 (5-oz.) can crabmeat, drained and rinsed Heat potato soup, milk, cream, and butter together. Add in shrimp and crabmeat. Stir, season to taste, and serve. Serves 4.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

The time it took to prepare didn't matter, because there is no such thing as wasted time in the kitchen--rather that is where we go to recover lost time.

durante su niñez Tita no diferenciaba bien las lágrimas de la risa de las del llanto. Para ella reír era una manera de llorar. De igual forma confundía el gozo del vivir con el de comer. No era fácil para una persona que conoció la vida a través de la cocina entender el mundo exterior.

Lo malo de llorar cuando uno pica cebolla no es el simple hecho de llorar, sino que a veces uno empieza, como quien dice, se pica, y ya no puede parar.

Solo las ollas saben los hervores de su caldo.

Tita, por su parte, se encargó de enseñarle algo igual de valioso: los secretos de la vida y del amor a través de la cocina.

Sólo las ollas saben los hervores de su caldo, pero yo adivino los tuyos

Laura Esquivel

Tita was literally "like water for chocolate"-she was on the verge of boiling over.

Tita supo en carne propia por qué el contacto con el fuego altera los elementos, por qué un pedazo de masa se convierte en tortilla, por qué un pecho sin haber pasado por el fuego del amor es un pecho inerte, una bola de masa sin ninguna utilidad.