Quotes About Cooking

The bible of cooking. The all-time argument ender. Early in my cooking career, I wielded my Larousse like a weapon and it never let me down.

The food I've liked in my time is American country cookin'.

We ought to enjoy our food, we ought to take time and care and prepare it correctly, and we ought to have fun doing it and make it a communal event.

There is a strong side to me, that is of a homemaker. I look forward to spending time at home in the evenings, cooking a meal, chatting with my parents and inviting friends over.

I bake all the time, but I don't like to eat the cookies when they're done. I just like the dough.

If you're cooking for someone important - whether it's your boss or a date - never try a new recipe and a new ingredient at the same time.

she had violated one of the basic tenets of any competent cook: she had purchased a turkey without comparing its size to the size of her oven.

On her ideal dinner party: 'Virginia Woolf, Coleridge and Charles Lamb would have to be there. I would be scurrying around in the kitchen with Mary Lamb - she and I would do the cooking. Of course my brother would be there. I think that's about enough. That number would sustain a single conversation. Virginia and I would be the centre of attention.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

She'd rinsed and dried the romaine lettuce with paper towels.

Now look: Droplets of oil were dotted across the front of her best dress, over the mound of her stomach. She was clumsy and fat-stomached and she didn't even have the sense to wear an apron while she was cooking. Also she had paid way too much for this dress, sixty-four dollars at Hecht's, which would scandalize Ira if he knew. How could she have been so greedy? She dabbed at her nose with the back of her hand. Took a deep breath. Well. Anyhow.

Braised pork on a bed of polenta drizzled with maple syrup.

My family can always tell when I'm well into a novel because the meals get very crummy.

Grilled cheese sandwiches were all he knew how to make. He fried them over high heat and they gave off a sharp, salty smell that Willa had learned to associate with their mother's absences—her sick headaches and her play rehearsals and the times she slammed out of the house.

And she's certainly a good cook." Miss Betts sighed. "The epitaph of the spinster.

She was a very good cook and also believed that color combinations of the food on your plate were important: It isn't very interesting to eat a plate full of white, therefore it can't be very good for you either.

Pru sat in her seat and smacked Mr. Pope lightly on the arm. "What was that for?" "How could you criticize her cooking? I'm certain she is doing her best." "I should hope not," he said. "Mr. Pope!" "Don't chastise me until you taste it.

Heifer." "Rich man's whore!" "At least mine can cook the food he eats. And replaces it, too." "Now see, Dee-Ann Smith. That was just mean!

And believe me, a good piece of chicken can make anybody believe in the existence of God.

Xedrix-No, our motto is 'everything tastes better with hot sauce.

Hey, Dad, you've got to taste what we just did. It's actually good. (Omari) That is good. What did you two do? (Devyn) No idea. We just added spices until it didn't suck anymore. (Omari)

Well, yeah. You said you wanted Italian. See. Chef Boyardee. He makes one the best stuff. (Tabitha)

I have some telekinesis, which you already discovered. Premonitions. Can see auras and…I make a killer omelet." – Sundown

After that, anytime she caught me near a kitchen she'd start in on me. So I have an automatic sphincter clench any time I reach for a pan. (Devyn)