I definitely would say, by sixth grade, I was a professional shoplifter – and not because I wanted to. I’m not going out to shoplift earrings or clothes or shoes like the average teenager. I was shoplifting frozen dinners at a grocery store.
My eighth-grade year, I was home-schooled. I’d basically wake up, go to the gym in the morning, do a little bit of school, go to practice, do a little more school, then go back to practice. My mom had a crockpot and a mini traveling oven, so we’d be cooking and eating dinners at the gym.
With her high pale brow under her faded brown hair, she was like a rock washed clean by years of her husband’s absences at conventions, dinners, committee meetings or simply at the office.
Microwave sales have plateaued as people realize that reheated TV dinners give us no joy.
Show me the artist anywhere who’s had an utterly stable mental life, and I’ll buy you hot dinners for the rest of your life.
I enjoy hanging out with friends, going on hikes and playing tennis. I also enjoy Bible study and making dinners. I have a pretty mellow life away from the water.
I’ve been to so many dos and presentation dinners and TV shows. I’ve been among all the top stars – soap stars, people from music – it’s been brilliant. But I’ve kept my feet on the ground.
Growing up, I didn’t have great family dinners. We sat down every night, and my mother cooked food, but it was always about who was going to leave the table crying first.
I just remember one girl really getting me on the field and beating the holy crap out of me. I never to this day know why. And then people used to be funny because we were on welfare. People used to make fun of you. But I used to get school dinners so I thought it was great, I got a hot meal every day.
My birthday is always around Thanksgiving, and I always had to have turkey on my birthday. My mom was always, ‘Let’s celebrate your birthday on Thanksgiving.’ My other siblings got to have special dinners they liked. I resented turkey. For a long time, I hated turkey. I’ve kind of gotten over it.
I would love four children because I have a very small family, so I want those big Thanksgiving dinners.
I love working with silk because I loved it paired with jeans: it has a vintage feel; it’s easy for dinners out.
In the kitchen I just do all the normal stuff – roast dinners – Christmas dinner is probably my signature dish. Nothing baked, though. I just do boring family stuff.
In an era when party fundraising is badly tainted, dinners are a really good way of raising cash for campaigning. Lots of people giving very small amounts of money through ticket sales and raffle prizes: yes, it’s much harder work than big donations, but I think it’s a more democratic and transparent way of fundraising.
Who bothers to cook TV dinners? I suck them frozen.
Surprisingly, fish works great for sheet pan dinners because it cooks quickly through direct pan contact.
Politicians attend dinners at hotels with contractors. Bankers discuss interest rates at lunch.
My dinners at home are startlingly simple. Every night, I stop at the market near my hotel and pick up a steak, lamb chops or some liver, which I broil in the electric oven in my room. I usually eat four or five raw carrots with my meat, and that is all. I must be part rabbit; I never get bored with raw carrots.
As a working-class girl, receiving free school dinners, I studied art history. Having never had the chance to visit art galleries, I devoured the knowledge, and it has served me well as a practising artist.
What I miss the most is the locker room, the dinners after the games. The preparation, the sense of going out there and be a team.
I spend an awful lot of time just thinking about what is going on in the world and talking to people about that. It’s probably one of my default social activities, just getting dinners with friends.
I hike quite a bit when I’m in L.A., so that helps me clear my head. But usually I recharge by going to church, having family dinners, girls’ night out, or just simply relaxing at home watching one of my favorite movies.
After my mum and dad got divorced, I was entitled to free school dinners, but my mum said, ‘Under no circumstances,’ because she was proud.
I don’t go out a lot, as I like to stay in. I often go for dinners with my girlfriend, and I love to see movies at the cinema, but I don’t understand them.
I have gone to White House dinners in a dress that I have bought at Loehmann’s.
I still have the tradition of Sunday dinners at my house, and I make all kinds of different Italian foods, and there’s a lot of fun going on.
I like to go on really nice dates. I’ve made some money, but I don’t spend it on anything besides my rent. But I go to nice dinners. And I like to go with a girl.
One thing that I miss because we spend a lot of time in America is English food, like cooked breakfast and Sunday dinners.
We don’t really go in for big family dinners, but Scottish people are famously confrontational. It’s a cultural thing, so maybe we don’t need to have them to clear the air. Also, traditional family food isn’t as nice here so there’s no payoff for traveling hundreds of miles.
I like to take my time, and Parisians love to take their time – sleeping in, enjoying sunlit terraces, having long dinners.
I go light on breakfast. Sometimes it’s a yogurt, but a lot of times it’s leftovers from one of my wife’s dinners.
It’s usually a jolly good trick to pick up a local tour guide. They can tell you all the anecdotes that make a place interesting. I’m one for rushing off to museums at the crack of dawn, eating fabulous things on terraces for lunch, and enjoying long dinners on balmy evenings.
When I lived summers at my grandparents’ farm, haying with my grandfather from 1938 to 1945, my dear grandmother Kate cooked abominably. For noon dinners, we might eat three days of fricasseed chicken from a setting hen that had boiled twelve hours.
I loved seeing my mom put her own twist on years-old family recipes and also create new dishes. This made me develop a passion for cooking at a young age and would eventually inspire me to prepare meals and host wonderful family dinners.
When we do get a little time off, I tend to watch movies, go to dinners, and keep it low-key.
We now have the technology to pretty much hear everything. Can you imagine how our holiday dinners would be if every relative’s entire conversations from birth to that moment in time was shown to every other relative?
If I have a big shoot coming up, I do low-carb, no red meat, and earlier dinners. And I just tell myself that sure, maybe I cannot eat all the things I’d love to today. But there are many more days in the week, and that perfect bite will come when I’m done with whatever shoot.
I grew up in this household where reading was the most noble thing you could do. When I was a teenager, we would have family dinners where we all sat there reading. It wasn’t because we didn’t like each other. We just liked reading. The person who made my reading list until my late teen years was my mom.
I belong to quite a lot of learned societies. We collect firearms and discuss them at dinners and clubs and things.
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