Kitchen
Quotes - The kitchen has long been a place of submission and serfdom
“Please
one more
kiss
in the kitchen
before
we turn the lights off”
―
W.S. Merwin, The Essential W.S. Merwin
“I
think olive oil is meant to be shared.”
―
Kayleigh Zubrod
“The
biggest thing I have thrown at my ex during an argument was a kitchen spoon. I
missed and broke an ornament. I need to work on improving my aim.”
―
Steven Magee
“And
on cold days, and even on days that weren't all that cold, the rest of the
servants, the yardman and the upstairs maid and so on, all black, would crowd
into the kitchen with the cook and me. They liked being crowded together. When
they were little, they told me, they slept in beds with a whole lot of brothers
and sisters. That sounded like a lot of fun to me. It still sounds like a lot
of fun to me.”
―
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Deadeye Dick
“the
kitchen was all black and white and red tiles; nice and gothic, except that the
black and white was tile and the red was blood—lots of it. I mean, I suppose
that’s gothic, too. It wasn’t supposed to be on the walls, though.”
―
W.R. Gingell, Between Family
“Everything
was breathing, increasingly sparkling, swathed in the gentle sunlight. The
pretty scene was brimming with life, but my soul was pining for the desolate
streets of winter and for that river at dawn. I wished my heart would break and
get it over with.”
―
Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
“Embrace
Efficiency, Elevate Flavor: Smart Kitchen Tools for Culinary Adventurers
The
kitchen, once a realm of necessity, has morphed into a playground of
possibility. Gone are the days of clunky appliances and tedious prep work.
Enter the age of the smart kitchen tool, a revolution that whispers efficiency
and shouts culinary liberation. For the modern gastronome, these tech-infused
gadgets are not mere conveniences, but allies in crafting delectable
adventures, freeing us to savor the journey as much as the destination.
Imagine
mornings when your smart coffee maker greets you with the perfect brew, prepped
by the whispers of your phone while you dream. Your fridge, stocked like a
digital oracle, suggests recipes based on its ever-evolving inventory, and even
automatically orders groceries you've run low on. The multi-cooker, your
multitasking superhero, whips up a gourmet chili while you conquer emails, and
by dinnertime, your smart oven roasts a succulent chicken to golden perfection,
its progress monitored remotely as you sip a glass of wine.
But
efficiency is merely the prologue. Smart kitchen tools unlock a pandora's box
of culinary precision. Smart scales, meticulous to the milligram, banish recipe
guesswork and ensure perfect balance in every dish. Food processors and
blenders, armed with pre-programmed settings and self-cleaning prowess,
transform tedious chopping into a mere blip on the culinary radar. And for the
aspiring chef, a sous vide machine becomes a magic wand, coaxing impossible
tenderness from the toughest cuts of meat.
Yet,
technology alone is not the recipe for culinary bliss. For those who yearn to
paint with flavors, smart kitchen tools are the brushes on their canvas. A
connected recipe platform becomes your digital sous chef, guiding you through
each step with expert instructions and voice-activated ease. Spice racks,
infused with artificial intelligence, suggest unexpected pairings, urging you
to venture beyond the familiar. And for the ultimate expression of your inner
master chef, a custom knife, forged from heirloom steel and lovingly honed,
becomes an extension of your hand, slicing through ingredients with laser focus
and lyrical grace.
But
amidst the symphony of gadgets and apps, let us not forget the heart of the
kitchen: the human touch. Smart tools are not meant to replace our intuition
but to augment it. They free us from the drudgery, allowing us to focus on the
artistry, the love, the joy of creation. Imagine kneading dough, the rhythm of
your hands mirroring the gentle whirring of a smart bread machine, then shaping
a loaf that holds the warmth of both technology and your own spirit. Or picture
yourself plating a dish, using smart portion scales for precision but
garnishing with edible flowers chosen simply because they spark joy. This, my
friends, is the symphony of the smart kitchen: a harmonious blend of tech and
humanity, where efficiency becomes the brushstroke that illuminates the vibrant
canvas of culinary passion.
Of
course, every adventure, even one fueled by smart tools, has its caveats.
Interoperability between gadgets can be a tangled web, and data privacy
concerns linger like unwanted guests. But these challenges are mere bumps on
the culinary road, hurdles to be overcome by informed choices and responsible
data management. After all, we wouldn't embark on a mountain trek without
checking the weather, would we?
So,
embrace the smart kitchen, dear foodies! Let technology be your sous chef, your
precision tool, your culinary muse. But never forget the magic of your own
hands, the wisdom of your palate, and the joy of a meal shared with loved ones.
For in the end, it's not about the gadgets, but the memories we create around
them, the stories whispered over simmering pots, and the laughter echoing
through a kitchen filled with the aroma of possibility.”
―
Daniel Thomas
“Anastasia
Bauer walked around the house on her way to the kitchen. She wasn’t sure why,
but that was always the first spot to go to in the morning, after going to the
bathroom of course. There was just a desire to see what was to be eaten for
breakfast. The kitchen was the meeting place where the first ‘good morning’ was
to be said and everyone gathered with one desire, the desire for food. She was
sure this mentality annoyed their mother, 8 kids, well 7 kids since James was
at seminary, all gathered in one spot begging for food. But it was a sort of
tradition, and you could not skip out on this.”
―
Eliza Rockhill
“Our
deepest secrets are nothing but unsung songs, Lyra."
Palmyra
would always repeat this to Lyra at every opportunity.
"And
certain vegetables,
Palmyra
would repeat to Lyra at every opportunity,
"when
held in the hand of the cook, can just pick these secrets up and listen to them
being silently sung.”
―
Suzy Valtsioti, Lyra's Kitchen: A Culinary Chronicle of Simmering Secrets
“The
smells of spices and coconut and sounds of searing meat and pots of seafood
gumbo rolling to a boil always met me at the door--- that is, unless I arrived
before the cooking began, and that was rare.”
―
Rhonda McKnight, Bitter and Sweet
“FRACTURE
The
house was cool, and the kitchen was filled with the scent of the previous
night’s dinner: garlic and fresh herbs, with the hint of the spices simmering
on the stove.”
―
Iqra Iqbal, AI Creative Writing Anthology: 20 Authors Share How to Use Computer
Tools
“The
kitchen has long been a place of submission and serfdom for a great many
people, especially women. But it can also be a source of power, somewhere a
timid hand can become brave.”
―
Caroline Eden, Cold Kitchen: A Year of Culinary Travels
“Grandma,
he had often wanted to say, Is this where the world began? For surely it had
begun in no other than a place like this. The kitchen, without doubt, was the
center of creation, all things revolved about it; it was the pediment that
sustained the temple.
Eyes
shut to let his nose wander, he snuffed deeply. He moved in the hell-fire
steams and sudden baking-powder flurries of snow in this miraculous climate
where Grandma, with the look of the Indies in her eyes and the flesh of two
warm hens in her bodice, Grandma of the thousand arms, shook, basted, whipped,
beat, minced, diced, peeled, wrapped, salted, stirred.
Blind,
he touched his way to the pantry door. A squeal of laughter rang from the
parlor, teacups tinkled. But he moved on into the cool underwater green and
wild-persimmon country where the slung and hanging odor of creamy bananas
ripened silently and bumped his head. Gnats fizzed angrily about vinegar cruets
and his ears.
He
opened his eyes. He saw bread waiting to be cut into slices of warm summer
cloud, doughnuts strewn like clown hoops from some edible game. The faucets
turned on and off in his cheeks. Here on the plum-shadowed side of the house
with maple leaves making a creek-water running in the hot wind at the window he
read spice-cabinet names.”
