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Now that I'm a dad, I'm practicing what I call 'one- handed cooking,' because I've got something more important in my other arm. I'm whipping up lots of frittatas and omelets.


Curtis Stone


#because #call #cooking #dad #got

I like cooking, but I like other people cooking more.


David Wenham


#i #like #more #other #people

Anyone who thinks they're too grown up or too sophisticated to eat caramel corn, is not invited to my house for dinner


Ruth Reichl


#food #gourmet #humor #food

I cook to inspire my husband to pay attention to me.


Sonia Rumzi


#cooking #husband #inspirational

Evil is relative…You can’t hang a sign on it. You can’t touch it or taste it or cut it with a sword. Evil depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger.


Glen Cook


#morality #cooking

Lord, you're Irish," said Will. "Can you make things that don't have potatoes in them? We had an Irish cook once when I was a boy. Potato pie, potato custard, potatoes with potato sauce...


Cassandra Clare


#clockwork-prince #will #cooking

I don't see any use in having a uniform and arbitrary way of spelling words. We might as well make all clothes alike and cook all dishes alike. Sameness is tiresome; variety is pleasing.


Mark Twain


#cooking

No, I don't want you to leave. I'm just grabbing your coat and nudging your toward the door for fun #AHOLE


Andy Ostrom


#cooking #entertaining #etiquette #funny #humor

Mark came home late one frozen Sunday carrying a bag of small, silver fish. They were smelts, locally known as icefish. He’d brought them at the store in the next town south, across from which a little village had sprung up on the ice of the lake, a collection of shacks with holes drilled in and around them. I’d seen the men going from the shore to the shacks on snowmobiles, six-packs of beer strapped on behind them like a half dozen miniature passengers. “Sit and rest,” Mark said. “I’m cooking.” He sautéed minced onion in our homemade butter, added a little handful of crushed, dried sage, and when the onion was translucent, he sprinkled n flour to make a roux, which he loosened with beer, in honor of the fishermen. He added cubed carrot, celery root, potato, and some stock, and then the fish, cut into pieces, and when they were all cooked through he poured in a whole morning milking’s worth of Delia’s yellow cream. Icefish chowder, rich and warm, eaten while sitting in Mark’s lap, my feet so close to the woodstove that steam came off my damp socks.


Kristin Kimball


#farm #farm-life #food #food

Zip it kiddo. Don't ever admit you know a thing about cooking or it'll be used against you later in life.


Rebecca Wells


#humor #humor






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