Quotes About Kitchen

Army of soufflés at 'Downton'.

The electric clock in the kitchen said twenty after four. I found a box of frozen oysters in the freezing compartment of the refrigerator and made an oyster stew. My wife had never liked oysters. Now I could sit at my kitchen table at any hour of the day or night and eat oysters to my heart's content, building up my virility.

Greg is looking at me; he thinks I don't know it. I've been chopping onions at the kitchen counter for almost five minutes, and I can see his reflection – inside out, convex and stretched – in the chrome kettle we got as a wedding present. He's sitting at the kitchen table, checking me out.

Perhaps I should kiss the face of the kitchen clock for luck. Perhaps its little hands with rapture would encircle my neck and we might be happy. I am sure happiness is not too far away

tiles in the hearth at number 6, real pot tiles

While cooking demands your entire attention, it also rewards you with endlessly sensual pleasures... The seductive softness of chocolate beginning to melt from solid to liquid. The tug of sauce against the spoon when it thickens in teh pan, and the lovely lightness of Parmesan drifting from the grater in gossamer flakes. Time slows down in teh kitchen, offering up an entire universe of small satisfactions.

Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew

She] smiles, too, and eats and drinks, and is happy, and outside the kitchen window the wind blows and the world shifts and crumbles and rearranges itself, and time goes on.

Scarlett permitted the embrace - because in the dark smoke- fill the kitchen, there had been born a greater respect for her sister in law, a closer feeling of comradeship.

House rule number nine. No roach shall drink or eat out of the good cups in the kitchen. The plastic cups are in the pantry.

There's a bond among a kitchen staff, I think. You spend more time with your chef in the kitchen than you do with your own family.

kitchen with the window means we have finally arrived at some precarious level of prosperity.

My favorite moment in Jeanne Moreau's latest movie--a comedy called The Summer House --takes place in a kitchen, when she proclaims that every human has something to cry about. When mocked by the owner of the kitchen and pressed to say what it is that we have to cry about, she tosses back her head of flaming red hair and says, The winds of solitude roaring at the edge of infinity.

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

Rose had a kitchen that was so completely alphabetized, you'd find the allspice next to the ant poison. She was a fine one to talk about the Leary men.

She went to the kitchen for plates, and as she returned, one of the

Come on. Let's go up to the kitchen, make some tea. We can try another one of Zia's cupcakes. She made some with chocolate frosting. Lily froze in her tracks. I hate it, she burst out. I'm here, sipping tea and nibbling cupcakes while Bruno's out there? What, should I maybe crochet a white lace doily while I'm at it? Tam and Edie exchanged glances. Tam, spoke, her voice dry. Shot of bourbon, then?

I'm an excellent pastry chef. My pie crust is better than my Zia Rosa's. Come on back to the kitchen. I'll make a chocolate cream pie before your very eyes. I'll feed a piece of it to you by hand. And by the time I'm done, you're not going to be asking me if I'm gay anymore. She cleared her throat, gaze darting down. Is that so. It is, he said. On your feet. Come on back to the kitchen. I mean it. I'm dead serious. It's pie time. And I am so ready for you.

What are you? (Nick) Completely perplexed. You remember everything that happened. (Acheron) Yeah. Duh. Not like you're going to forget the killer zombie stalkers and psyched-out kitchen staff. What kind of freak show is this? (Nick)

Who are you talking to?" – Morty "Still in the kitchen, aren't I? Guess I need to keep walking. Oh, look! Yonder is the door, which I'm going to make use of right now." – Nick

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)

Syn checked the lorina's feeder in the kitchen. Where are the mongrels? Nykyrian took a sip of tea before he answered. They were confused by all the people. Last I saw of them, they were hiding out in my bed. Darling frowned. They don't bite, do they? Nykyrian scoffed. I'm the only thing that bites in this house. -Syn, Nykyrian, & Darling

More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a

Joe was making the mustard in a twelve-quart stockpot. Adrienne watched him for a minute, in awe of the sheer volume of ingredients: a pound of dry mustard, five cups of vinegar, eight cups of sugar, a whole pound of butter, and a dozen eggs. Joe added sixteen grinds of white pepper from a pepper mill that was longer than his arm.