No one who cooks cooks alone.

Dinner alone is one of life's pleasures.

The sharing of food is the basis of social life.

Certainly, cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest.

Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.

Both happy and sad people can be cheered up by a nice meal.

Unlike some people who love to go out, I love to stay home.

Unlike some people, who love to go out, I love to stay home.

Somehow or other, I always end up in a kitchen feeding a crowd.

Lentils are friendly - the Miss Congeniality of the bean world.

I am not a fancy cook or an ambitious cook. I am a plain old cook.

A world without tomatoes is like a string quartet without violins.

A person cooking is a person giving. Even the simplest food is a gift.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

The best way to feel at ease in the kitchen is to learn at someone's knee.

Provision as much pure and organic food as you can, and let the rest go by.

When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook's strongest ally.

The fact is that modern life has deprived us of life's one great luxury: time.

Friendship is not possible between two women one of whom is very well dressed.

We know that without food we would die. Without fellowship, life is not worth living.

For the socially timid, the kitchen is the place to be. At least, it is a place to start.

When it comes to cakes and puddings, savouries, bread and tea cakes, the English cannot be surpassed.

The old days were slower. People buttered their bread without guilt and sat down to dinner en famille.

And, for an unsurpassed double whammy, there is talking about eating while you are eating with friends.

The thing about homebodies is that they can usually be found at home. I usually am, and I like to feed people.

The best way to eat crabs, as everyone knows, is off newspaper at a large table with a large number of people.

I do not believe that you have to spend a lot of money to eat well: it is hard to beat a plain old baked potato.

My idea of a good time abroad is to visit someone's house and hang out, poking into their cupboards if they will let me.

There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

It is my opinion that Norman Rockwell and his ilk have done more to make already anxious people feel guilty than anyone else.

The sharing of food is the basis of social life, and to many people it is the only kind of social life worth participating in.

It is not just the Great Works of mankind that make a culture. It is the daily things, like what people eat and how they serve it.

Many people eat salad dutifully because they feel it is good for them, but more enlightened types eat it happily because it is good.

Cooking is like anything else: some people have an inborn talent for it. Some become expert by practicing, and some learn from books.

I will never eat fish eyeballs, and I do not want to taste anything commonly kept as a house pet, but otherwise I am a cinch to feed.

People who like to cook like to talk about food....without one cook giving another cook a tip or two, human life might have died out a long time ago.

Not everyone can write a book or paint a picture or write a symphony, but almost anyone can fall in love. There is something almost miraculous in that.

We need time to defuse, to contemplate. Just as in sleep our brains relax and give us dreams, so at some time in the day we need to disconnect, reconnect, and look around us.

Cooking is like love. You don't have to be particularly beautiful or very glamorous, or even very exciting to fall in love. You just have to be interested in it. It's the same thing with food.

It is always wise to make too much potato salad. Even if you are cooking for two, make enough for five. Potato salad improves with age - that is, if you are lucky enough to have any left over.

No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers.

One of the delights of life is eating with friends; second to that is talking about eating. And, for an unsurpassed double whammy, there is talking about eating while you are eating with friends.

No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice and menus of cooks present, and the wisdom of cookbook writers.

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 was taught in my Introduction to Anthropology [course in college], it is not just the great works of [hu]mankind that make a culture. It is the daily things, like what people eat and how they serve it.

There is nothing like roast chicken. It is helpful and agreeable, the perfect dish no matter what the circumstances. Elegant or homey, a dish for a dinner party or a family supper, it will not let you down.

[On television:] It's made people moronic, it's robbed people of their ability to think. It's done tremendous damage, and every single household that has a small child should take it and throw it out the window.

As everyone knows, there is only one way to fry chicken correctly. Unfortunately, most people think their method is best, but most people are wrong. Mine is the only right way, and on this subject I feel almost evangelical.

I come from a coffee-loving family, and you can always tell when my sister and I have been around, because both of us collect all the dead coffee from everyone's morning cup, pour it over ice, and drink it. This is a disgusting habit.

That family glaze of common references, jokes, events, calamities-that sense of a family being like a kitchen midden: layer upon layer of the things daily life is made of. The edifice that lovers build is by comparison delicate and one-dimensional.

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