#kin

as I [Eve] was the only cook in all Christendom at the time, the idea of not coming home to dinner never occurred to Adam... It is true that at times he criticised my cooking, but in view of certain ancestral limitations from which he suffered, I never had to sit quietly and listen to an exasperating disquisition on the Pies That Mother Used To Make... ↗

— John Kendrick Bangs

#humor #home

I'm just an animal looking for a home Share the same space for a minute or two And you love me till my heart stops Love me till I'm dead ↗

— David Byrne

#talking-heads #this-must-be-the-place #home

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

In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is Freedom, in water there is bacteria. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#humor #freedom

Thank you for making a web site for me. I was so surprised when I found it. ↗

— Susan Olsen

#i #making #me #site #surprised

Alcohol is the anethesia by which we endure the operation of life. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#drinking #life

Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking." "An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#thinking #humor

Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar. ↗

— Drew Carey

#humor #jobs #life #humor

There’s a fine line between support and stalking and let’s all stay on the right side of that. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#perspective #stalking #wit #humor

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#life #love #sarah-dessen #sinking-ship #life