Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.

Good kitchens are not about size; they are about ergonomics and light.

My Body Wants to Crave Healthy. I Just Need to Give it the Opportunity.

Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.

Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.

I could smell the food fill up my hunger before the order was even placed.

I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.

Maybe your mind won't remember what I cooked last week, but your body will.

There is communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk.

If you can read you can cook. You can always feed yourselves. You remember that.

How she loved a man who would fit his life around the seasoning needs of a fish.

The idea is to make the ingredients sing, not a grand opera, but a jolly chanson.

I could make dinner with one hand. Especially if I was serving Masturbation Stew.

Out of love I made you a cake. Also out of milk, eggs, flour, sugar, and vanilla.