Gluttony is not a secret vice.
I think I'm pretty laid back. I like cooking, being at home, and going to concerts. And I love to shop!
Fake food -- I mean those patented substances chemically flavored and mechanically bulked out to kill the appetite and deceive the gut -- is unnatural, almost immoral, a bane to good eating and good cooking.
The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.
My recipes aren't geared towards women; my books are marketed towards women because women are the biggest market for weight loss, weight management and weight maintenance and for cooking.
The table is a meeting place, a gathering ground, the source of sustenance and nourishment, festivity, safety, and satisfaction. A person cooking is a person giving: even the simplest food is a gift.
I already enjoy cooking. I like different flavors and putting different things together and really like taking normal recipes to a higher level.
I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate.
I love cooking. It's one of my favorite things to do. To share my parents' recipes that I grew up with is just something very special to me.
I love cooking. I like to make lasagna - its authentic Italian-style. I also do a great chicken recipe for a barbecue.
Drunkenness is deplorably destructive, but her demurer sister Gluttony destroys a hundred to her one.
If a lump of soot falls into the soup and you cannot conveniently get it out, stir it well in and it will give the soup a French taste.
Food is not about impressing people. It's about making them feel comfortable.
I don't enjoy cooking when I'm high. And I don't want to be eating garbage because then I'll feel gross.
A cook is creative, marrying ingredients in the way a poet marries words.
You cannot sell a blemished apple in the supermarket, but you can sell a tasteless one provided it is shiny, smooth, even, uniform and bright.
We parked in back and walked down the stairs with their polished brass railings, past the old-fashioned kitchen. We could see the chefs cooking. It smelled like stew, or meat loaf, the way time should smell, solid and nourishing.
One of the dirty little secrets of my job is that I don't do ANY food or cooking shows.
It's not like I'm cooking! I'm breastfeeding - I feel like that's the best cooking I could do.
My mother, grandmother and older sister all cooked, so it was hard to get into the kitchen. So I have no talent for cooking. I was always out in the garage with my dad. I have a tool belt. I'm a repair chick