Here's the thing, I've been cooking more and more and I'm pretty good, the problem is I can only go out to restaurants that cook better than I do, therefore, it's expensive.
Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our antimaterialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types. But if the material world is merely illusion, an honest guru should as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.
The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.
I already enjoy cooking. I like different flavors and putting different things together and really like taking normal recipes to a higher level.
My two rules of cooking: keep it fresh and keep it simple.
A writing cook and a cooking writer must be bold at the desk as well as the stove.
I never seem to find what I'm looking for, though. I suppose I feel, these days, too aware of schedules and things, to let myself get lost in the rain. Anyway, I came back home, and it was still raining, and as I was approaching the driveway of the house, and the front garden with its bushy flower bed, I caught a cooking smell from somewhere on the air. I don't know why, exactly, but it appealed to me as a Nagai Kafu moment.
My life just got taken over by my cooking. If you don't have any discipline, which I don't, you can make 10 gallons of chocolate mousse, take a spoonful and another and another, and you won't realize you've eaten like five servings of it. It's just what you do.
I know my limit. I just keep passing out before I reach it.
The problem for cookery-bookery writers like me is to understand the extent of our readers' experience. I hope have solved that riddle in my books by simply telling everything. The experienced cook will know to skip through the verbiage, but the explanations will be there for those who still need them.
I started cooking when I was about 10. I have memories like when I was 6 or 7 with my mom, and when I was 12 I started getting real serious about cooking.
Life is like cooking: before choosing what you love, try everything. . . ♥
Marriage is survived just on the basis of ordinary etiquette, day in and day out. Also cooking together helps a lot.
Aioli epitomizes the heat, the power, and the joy of the Provencal sun, but it has another virtue -- it drives away flies.
The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked
Since there is an assumption that a lot of models ‘starve themselves’ to stay thin, I always find it both funny and shocking when people ask me if I ‘overeat’ or am ‘fed better’ on photo shoots to help me stay a ‘larger size. ’ While I may be a total foodie and enjoy cooking, I simply eat when I’m hungry and finish just before I’m full.
In an avant-garde cooking restaurant, it's the experience that's the difference.
When there are starving people in the world, it seems wrong that so many of us Americans eat as much for entertainment as for nourishment.
Eating is the secret to good cooking.
Fame is a food that dead men eat, I have no stomach for such meat.