#bake

I can bake. I made myself some nice French fries once. But otherwise I just eat out. Lots of salad bars. ↗

— Fiona Apple

#bars #eat #french #french fries #fries

I don't exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked? ↗

— Jessica Savitch

#baked #cake #exactly #fully #goes

I'm a mom, a full-time mom when I'm not taping. I do the carpool thing, and bake the cookies, and do the homework. ↗

— Vanna White

#cookies #full-time #homework #i #i do

Let’s escape outside,” Isabelle suggested. “Do you have any other talents?” “I bake and garden.” “Do you sew, too?” Amber nodded. “I sew whenever anger incites me to mutilation.” Isabelle laughed. “One cannot hang for attacking a piece of cloth. ↗

— Patricia Grasso

#attacking #bake #garden #sew #anger

Because bread was so important, the laws governing its purity were strict and the punishment severe. A baker who cheated his customers could be fined £10 per loaf sold, or made to do a month's hard labor in prison. For a time, transportation to Australia was seriously considered for malfeasant bakers. This was a matter of real concern for bakers because every loaf of bread loses weight in baking through evaporation, so it is easy to blunder accidentally. For that reason, bakers sometimes provided a little extra- the famous baker's dozen. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#history #trivia #home

It's barely changed since the faceless colour committee originally selected it in 1908 when the first map of the Underground was designed and the Bakerloo conclusively became brown, a very early twentieth-century brown, which brings something of the nineteenth century with it - the colour of Sherlock Holmes's pipe, a Gladstone bag, a grandfather clock. ↗

— Paul Morley

#brown #gladstone-bag #london-underground #sherlock-holmes #change

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#chains-of-events #commonplaces-of-existence #cross-purposes #fiction #on-fiction

He blushed to see other Frenchmen overcome with joy whenever they met a compatriot abroad. The would fall on each other, cluster in a raucous group, and pass whole evenings complaining about the barbarity of the locals. These were the few who actually noticed that locals did things differently. Others managed to travel so ‘covered and wrapped in a taciturn and incommunicative prudence, defending themselves from the contagion of an unknown atmosphere’ that they noticed nothing at all. ↗

— Sarah Bakewell

#nationalism #quote #sarah-bakewell #travel #xenophobia

The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#bryce-loski #crush #flipped #julie-baker #love

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#flipped #juli-baker #young-love #love