Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans ... are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.
When a new baby is expected mother has 9 months to prepare the family and the kitchen for her departure!
Would you mind if I used your kitchen sink to take a bath? I have the hygiene of a midget.
If somebody tells me and my wife to get a room, I always ask, How about the kitchen?
Go sip on gossip, and leave the coffee talk for me to chug. I’ll be in the kitchen, giggling like a schoolgirl if you need me.
My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood - very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!
Every week I have a disaster in my kitchen. The fire alarm goes off repeatedly. But it doesn't stop me being adventurous.
For me, the kitchen is the most special room in the house. It's a place for adventure - not drudgery, but discovery, sharing and showing off with friends, trying new ideas.
My temper manifests itself when I can't find something. I could swear that there is a plot against me to put kitchen utensils in the wrong drawers.
I can cook really well. I started cooking as a kid, so I can fend for myself in the kitchen and even do a little gourmet action.
Everything from airplanes to kitchen blenders and even chopsticks comes with an instruction manual. Children, despite all their complexity, do not.
My interest in theatre and storytelling began in my mother's kitchen. It was a meeting place for my mother's large circle of friends.
The wisest advice I ever received regarding the kitchen came from my mother: 'Do the dishes while you're cooking.'
It seems kind of silly, but it's really nice to chill in the kitchen with a friend and bake. It relaxes me, and mixing is probably my favorite part.
I'm in the kitchen five days a week, no matter what, and one or two of those days I'm on the line. Not because I have to be, but because I want to be.
The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.
People rescue each other. They build shelters and community kitchens and ways to deal with lost children and eventually rebuild one way or another.
I kind of just put my boards together wherever I feel comfortable that day. It could be on the kitchen table, on the ground, on the couch, wherever.
It's a Cyprus of misery and soup kitchens and a state which cannot meet basic obligations. It can only cause me grief.
I've never cooked. I can't do much more in the kitchen than make a cup of tea and some toast.
You don't have to be a chef or even a particularly good cook to experience proper kitchen alchemy: the moment when ingredients combine to form something more delectable than the sum of their parts.
