Best 1420 quotes in «cooking quotes» category

For me, a kitchen is like science fiction. I only go there to open the refrigerator and take something out.

For many a pasty have you robbed of blood, And many a Jack of Dover have you sold That has been heated twice and twice grown cold. From many a pilgrim have you had Christ's curse, For of your parsley they yet fare the worse, Which they have eaten with your stubble goose; For in your shop full many a fly is loose.

For me, cooking is an extension of love.

For me, if there's anything that would represent me and my style of cooking, it would be a seafood platter. Maybe a perfectly shucked oyster with a bit of lemon and cocktail sauce or mignonette sauce.

For me, cooking is very connected to my family and friends.

For me, cooking is an expression of the land where you are and the culture of that place.

For me, directing is sort of like cooking or something. You know that you're making this interesting recipe while you're putting all the ingredients together, you can never oversee what it's gonna taste exactly. So while you're doing that, you're tasting.

For me, the cooking life has been a long love affair, with moments both sublime and ridiculous.

For me, thats one of the important things about cooking. What was good enough yesterday may not be good enough today.

For my birthday my husband learned to cook and is cooking one day a week for me. But he only likes to do fancy dishes. So we end up with weird, obscure things in the refrigerator.

For the writer, there is nothing quite like having someone say that he or she understands, that you have reached them and affected them with what you have written. It is the feeling early humans must have experienced when the firelight first overcame the darkness of the cave. It is the communal cooking pot, the Street, all over again. It is our need to know we are not alone.

FROG, n. A reptile with edible legs

FRYING-PAN, n. One part of the penal apparatus employed in that punitive institution, a woman's kitchen. The frying-pan was invented by Calvin, and by him used in cooking span-long infants that had died without baptism; and observing one day the horrible torment of a tramp who had incautiously pulled a fried babe from the waste-dump and devoured it, it occurred to the great divine to rob death of its terrors by introducing the frying-pan into every household in Geneva. Thence it spread to all corners of the world, and has been of invaluable assistance in the propagation of his sombre faith.

Gluttony is not a secret vice.

Garlick maketh a man wynke, drynke, and stynke.

Give me the provisions and whole apparatus of a kitchen, and I would starve.

God comes to the hungry in the form of food.

Garlic is as good as ten mothers.

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with... Give us pasta with a hundred fillings.

Good design, like good painting, cooking, architecture or whatever you like, is a manifestation of the capacity of the human spirit to transcend its limitations.

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.

Good manners: The noise you don't make when you're eating soup.

Good painting is like good cooking; it can be tasted, but not explained.

Good cookery is not an extravagance but an economy, and many a tasty dish is made by our Continental friends out of materials which would be discarded indignantly by the poorest tramp in Whitechapel.

Gore is nature's way of saying, "There are too many human beings on the planet, and I'm trying to rectify this any way I can. SARS didn't work, but trust me, I'm cooking up something better. In the interim, please kill lots of yourselves.

Good wine is a necessity of life for me.

Governing a great nation is like cooking a small fish, too much handling will spoil it.

Growth springs from better recipes, not just from more cooking.

Great cooking favors the prepared hands.

Great cooking is about being inspired by the simple things around you - fresh markets, various spices. It doesn't necessarily have to look fancy.

Grilling, broiling, barbecuing - whatever you want to call it - is an art, not just a matter of building a pyre and throwing on a piece of meat as a sacrifice to the gods of the stomach.

Ham's substantial, ham is fat. Ham is firm and sound. Ham's what God was getting at When He made pigs so round.

Half the cookbooks tell you how to cook the food and the other half tell you how to avoid eating it.

Govern well thy appetite, lest Sin surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.

Growing up, I was always in the kitchen. Even in third grade, I made cooking videos called 'The Little Italian.' Very little production value, but it was good.

Grub first, then ethics.

Half of the receipts in our cookbooks are mere murder to such constitutions and stomachs as we grow here. ...in America, owing to our brighter skies and more fervid climate, we have developed an acute, nervous delicacy of temperament far more akin to that of France than of England.

Hands are our earliest tools. Cooking starts with the hands which are so sensitive that when they touch something they transmit messages to your brain about texture and temperature.

Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.

HASH: There is no definition for this word - nobody knows what hash is.

He added that a Frenchman in the train had given him a great sandwich that so stank of garlic that he had been inclined to throw it at the fellow's head.

Having been in a relationship since I was 18, I'm very domestic, but I don't enjoy cooking for myself. I don't mind cooking for other people... But I don't like cleaning or washing dishes, although I don't mind doing laundry.

Health food may be good for the conscience but Oreos taste a hell of a lot better.

Having examined three thousand haiku poems - two persimmons.

Her cooking suggested she had attended the Cordon Noir.

He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that

He lay back for a little in his bed thinking about the smells of food . . . of the intoxicating breath of bakeries and dullness of buns. . . . He planned dinners, of enchanting aromatic foods . . . endless dinners, in which one could alternate flavour with flavour from sunset to dawn without satiety, while one breathed great draughts of the bouquet of old brandy.

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Here is a kitchen improvement, in return for Peacock. For roasting or basting a chicken, render down your fat or butter with cider: about a third cider. Let it come together slowly, till the smell of cider and the smell of fat are as one. This will enliven even a frozen chicken.