Quotes About Kitchen

The only place as comforting as a friendly bookstore is probably your grandmother's kitchen. The sight of shelves packed with books of all kinds, the smell of printed paper and coffee, and the secret rustle of the characters that live in the pages warm up any heart.

For me, relationships are the real action movies. Bombs are exploding every day and the kitchen is Ground Zero.

I can't stay friends with anyone who doesn't have a passion for something; and, generally speaking, artistic people, creative people carry it right into the kitchen, too. They have a zest for life; the excitement of living. All of the great eaters I've known are also men of great wit.

The biscuit tin shouldn't be handy - move it about a bit. Try to keep it out of the way.

My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.

I might do the odd grilled tuna steak, but I don't think you can call that cooking - it's more like heating up, isn't it?

A lot of Thanksgiving days have been ruined by not carving the turkey in the kitchen.

I've roasted a somewhat frozen turkey, and it's come out just fine.

'Never do the dishes without music,' my brother Mark once advised me - the same brother who once ate a spoonful of refrigerated dog food to escape his turn at the kitchen sink. And really, it may be the most sensible advice I've been given.

It turns out that life in the kitchen is very similar to life on a team. Sports and kitchens are about teams. I found my alternate team sport in the kitchen.

We do get a lot of sexist tweets and comments, things about a woman's place being in the kitchen, not on the pitch.

If there's something in the kitchen I like, it must be eaten. I try not to leave any snacks I wouldn't want to eat on a daily basis in the cupboard.

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

She gazed around the kitchen. Where was the junk food? The bags of tortilla chips and tubs of Ben & Jerry's? Where was the stockpile of potato chips, the stash of peanut butter cups? No salty, crunchy things. No sweet indulgences. In its own way, this kitchen was as creepy as the other one.

You're convinced that there was nothing important here—nothing that would point to any motive. SHERIFF: Nothing here but kitchen things.

She stopped. It was as if her mind tripped on something. Her eye was caught by a dish-towel in the middle of the kitchen table. Slowly she moved toward the table. One half of it was wiped clean, the other half messy. Her eyes made a slow, almost unwilling turn to the bucket of sugar and the half empty bag beside it. Things begun—and not finished.

I'd hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and criticising.

Receptionists [for the Betty Crocker Kitchen tours] had tissues and sympathy for guests grappling with the cold reality that it was impossible to meet Betty Crocker.

If you wanted to make a case for evil, there was the confirmation, pooled in vivid red on this kitchen floor.

They were big and black and rubber—the kind of boots you might be wearing as you came in the kitchen door, shaking off your rain slicker and saying, Grab the young'uns, Ma. Crick's a-rising.

We hand the meat over to Greasy Sae in the kitchen. She likes District 13 well enough, even though she thinks the cooks are somewhat lacking in imagination. But a woman who came up with a palatable wild dog and rhubarb stew is bound to feel as if her hands are tied here.

She was certainly taking a long time with those potatoes.

baker's, the smell of fresh bread was so overwhelming

Sorry, I'm not much of a cook.