Words matter. These are the best Laurie Colwin Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Certainly, cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest.
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.
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.
The fact is that modern life has deprived us of life’s one great luxury: time.
I am not a fancy cook or an ambitious cook. I am a plain old cook.
I love to eat out, but even more, I love to eat in.
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.
Somehow or other, I always end up in a kitchen feeding a crowd.
I myself am not particularly interested in restaurant cooking. I don’t really want to learn how to make a napoleon. I’d much rather learn how to make a very good lemon cake, which you can make in your own home. I like plain, old-fashioned home food.
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.
Cooking is like anything else: some people have an inborn talent for it. Some become expert by practicing, and some learn from books.
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.
We know that without food we would die. Without fellowship, life is not worth living.
Unlike some people who love to go out, I love to stay home.
When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook’s strongest ally. I fried it and stewed it, and ate it crisp and sludgy, hot and cold. It was cheap and filling and was delicious in all manner of strange combinations. If any was left over, I ate it cold the next day on bread.
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.
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.
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.
The sharing of food is the basis of social life.
