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cracker crust and pack it into a 9-inch pie pan. Then mix 12 ounces cream cheese with 4 well-beaten eggs, 1 cup sugar and a teaspoon vanilla. Pour into the pie shell and bake 45 minutes at 350°. Remove and cool 15 minutes. Then spread gently with 2 cups sour cream mixed with ½ cup sugar and bake 10 minutes more. Cool and refrigerate several hours before serving.

Drop 5 large tomatoes into boiling water for one full minute. Peel and seed and chop. Put into a large bowl with ½ cup olive oil, a garlic clove sliced in two, 1 cup chopped fresh basil leaves, salt and hot red pepper flakes. Let sit for a couple of hours, then remove the garlic. Boil one pound of linguine, drain and toss with the cold tomato mixture. Serve immediately.

pudding I've ever eaten. It tastes like caramelized mush. Cream 2 cups sugar with 2 sticks butter. Then add 2 ½ cups milk, one 13-ounce can evaporated milk, 2 tablespoons nutmeg, 2 tablespoons vanilla, a loaf of wet bread in chunks and pieces (any bread will do, the worse the better) and 1 cup raisins. Stir to mix. Pour into a deep greased casserole and bake at 350° for 2 hours, stirring after the first hour. Serve warm with hard sauce.

As for egg salad, here's our recipe: boil eighteen eggs, peel them, and send six of the egg whites to friends in California who persist in thinking that egg whites matter in any way.

It is a French recipe if my grandmother's' said Mrs Ramsay, speaking with a ring of pleasure in her voice. Of course it was French. What passes for cookery in England is an abomination (they agreed)

fighting the enemy is futile when you inhabit a system that has the endless generation of enemies built into it. That is a recipe for endless war.

My dear young lady, there's no such thing as a little garlic.

Four persons are indispensable to the production of a good salad — a spendthrift for oil, a miser for vinegar, a counsellor for salt, and a madman to stir it all up.

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Orange juice and barbecue sauce. Then slow cook them at two fifty for four hours.

I studied at a university in Florence and finished my degree. My mother was very strict about this recipe: You need to get your degree.

Old women are the secret to the fluffiest cakes.

Because I cook a lot, I wanted to write a recipe book, really incorporating the message that you don't have to starve yourself to be reasonably skinny.

I do a chimichurri sauce with garlic, parsley, olive oil, and red and black pepper. You just mince the garlic and the parsley and mix it all together. Brush a little of that on a steak and it kicks it up, like, 10 notches.

I make a bomb vaca frita. It's like a flank steak like with the ropa vieja, but it's fried with garlic and lime. And I make a really good picadillo.

A mind always employed is always happy. This is the true secret, the grand recipe, for felicity.

A recipe has no soul. You, as the cook, must bring soul to the recipe.

I make poha, upma, sometimes noodles and bread pizzas.

True marshmallow - and I'm not talking about those ones from a bag - is nothing more than an Italian meringue set with gelatin.

Turmeric or cinnamon? Nuts or raisins? The players may change, but the fundamentals of fluffy, fragrant pilaf are always the same.

Obviously, we're never going to say what the Krabby Patty secret formula is.

What exactly is a french before it's fried?

WHERE DOES THE BREAD RISE BEFORE YOU DO?

Oster blender. I poured that concoction into a griddle of sizzling butter, then sprinkled diced strawberries on the wet side. Three