Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
Category: Inspirational
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What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.
Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.
No more tears now; I will think about revenge.
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbors and laugh at them in our turn?
The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
I love children — especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away.
When you were quite a little boy, somebody ought to have said “hush’ just once.