Quotes About Hospitality

But we knew that when one goes into a shop and buys a cake one gets nothing but a cake, which may be very good, but is only a cake; whereas if one goes into the kitchen and makes a cake because some people one respects and probably likes are coming to eat at one's table, one is striking a low note on a scale that is struck higher up by Beethoven and Mozart.

Here in the northeastern corner of Vermont, there are probably invisible signs posted all around his farm, like the code left by hoboes traveling through the country in the 1930s. "Trust this man," they say. "Good for a night's lodging, for first aid, for food, and for sanctuary.

A king with no place to lay his head. A king who came to serve, not to be served.

Why, all of you," answered the other, surprised. "You don't want to stay out in the rain, do you?

The dozen gulls by the shoreline came to meet him, none saying a word. He felt only that he was welcome and that this was home. It had been a big day for him, a day whose sunrise he no longer remembered.

Put the coffee on, bubbles, I'm coming home

Aç olmad???m halde menüye bakt?m. bir menüye bakmayal? y?llar olmuÅŸtu. Menü bana günayd?n dedi, ben de ona günayd?n diyerek kar??l?k verdim. Hayat?m?z? menülerle konuÅŸarak geçirebiliriz doÄŸrusu.

My heart is a tiny town welcoming those who enter.

Bon Appétit

We ate the lunch with painful politeness and avoided discussing its taste. I made sure not to apologize for it. This was a rule of mine. I don't believe in twisting yourself into knots of excuses and explanations over the food you make... Usually one's cooking is better than one thinks it is. And if the food is vile,...then the cook must simply grit her teeth and bear it with a smile- and learn from her mistakes.

the waiters carried themselves with a quiet joy, as if their entire mission in life was to make their customers feel comfortable and well tended.

If a tourist enters a food stall thinking he's going to be cheated, the salesman will sense this and obligingly cheat hi. But if a Frenchman senses that a visitor is delighted to be in his store, and takes a genuine interest in what is for sale, then he'll just open up like a flower.

If a tourist enters a food stall thinking he's going to be cheated, the salesman will sense this and obligingly cheat him. But if a Frenchman senses that a visitor is delighted to be in his store, and takes a genuine interest in what is for sale, then he'll just open up like a flower.

I like to cook for 2, or for 4 or 6 at the most 8 people. Beyond that you get into quantity cooking and that is just not my field at all. The last time we had 12 for a sit-down dinner and I did all the cooking, and Paul and I did all the setting up, serving, and washing up afterwards, I said never again. I'll do a buffet, but I don't consider that civilized dining; it is feeding, and I like to sit down at a well-set table.

On Thursday, the sandwiches Greenie made were pork tenderloins with chipotle mustard, the soup a puree of beets and pears with Beaujolais wine and dill. For dessert, she made lemon wafers, rosewater marshmallows, and Amazon cake powdered with cocoa. Ray said, eyeing her preparations that morning. Fancy schmancy. That soup looks like something we'd serve to folks from the White House. Greenie said simply, Thank you.

So there was a martini- something he hadn't tasted since college- and there was wine, and there was a dinner most remarkable for a meal produced at a camp: smoked mussels (gathered and smoked right there on the island, he learned), ratatouille, a salad with pears and blue cheese, and a three-layer chocolate cake with whipped cream and cherries, all of it made by Greenie's mother, who would not accept a bit of help.

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

They learned that they should always call the restaurant first. Do you serve Japanese?

Which just goes to show, I guess, that dinner parties are like everything else - not as fragile as we think they are.

For nearly a week I neither cooked nor grocery shopped. Instead, all of our various families took Eric and me out for Mexican food, for barbecue, for beignets. We ate cheese biscuits with Rice Krispies, and spiced pecans, and red beans and rice, and gumbo, and all those other things that New Yorkers would turn up their noses at, but New Yorkers don't know everything, do they? This is what Texas, and family, are for.

A fine man, observed my sister, pouring mead for the two of us. Well trained.

If a stranger lives with you in your land, do not molest him. You must treat him like one of your own people and love him as yourselves, for you were strangers in Egypt.

Stop looking as if you'd like to toss me from the window. Give me a hug, and go on to your dinner guest.

The bed was lumpy, the fire smoked so badly I was forced to extinguish it or die, then I froze to death the rest f the night because the blanket was so thin. That's a shame. It was right comfortable in the tack room. I've a cot and a neat little pot-bellied stove. Dougal sent a thoughful look at the barn. Can you put up another cot?