Recipes: grandma’s famous chocolate chip cookies which were the most amazing thing that I have ever tasted in my life. Something secret, something special about them, they must have some sort of magical little Italian grandmother ingredient. Gramma…one day will you show me how to make your special chocolate chip cookies? …Of course, dear, it’s just on the back of the Nestle bag.
i would like to cook, someday near.
i love to cook, specially for my loveones, i just dont like to wash plates
its so boring and annoying and thats why i dont cook that often
i dont know what else, i wish i was a cook.
I like to consider recipes as a starting off point…either for food, drink or life. Add a bit of this and a touch of that, improvise to your own taste. Season liberally, or not at all, it all depends on your mood and the quality of the ingredients. Try new things, sometimes it’ll work and sometimes it won’t.
i’ve been meaning to get all my recipes together into a book that we can pull out and remember what we made for our growing family but of course i can’t manage to get my act together to do so, so keep rummaging through the same books for the same recipes, using on average probably one recipe per book.
recipes for sucesses
taste so sweet but end up a mess
the missing ingredient
whats missing we left
left it behind and didnt turn back
now we’re trying to move forward but we’re way off track
The world is made up of recipes. The recipe for food. How do you make that? Oh with these simple instructions and this recipe. A recipe for disaster. If some asked me how to make something, I would list the ingredients. And the how to do so. Easy.
Today, i found a recipe for soft pretzels. the dough is sitting. i hope i can find lots of recipes, and cook many things this year. cooking is love. love is love. i love love. <3 see how i do? Puchkucho.
Recipes are the gate to creating new things. with any new recipe comes endless possibilities and discoveries. will this recipe hold the greatest meal i’ve ever tasted? will it be a terrivle experiment that we can all laugh about later?
I love collecting recipes, mostly because the only way I can cook is by a recipe. Making things up isn’t so great. My favorite recipe, I think, it the one for chocolate cookies, that comes on the back of the chocolate chip bag. The only real reason is because it’s the recipe I’ve made most often.
My mom has this box, where she keeps tons of recipes, and then she has a shelf above it with recipe books. But, she hardly ever uses a recipe when she cooks. She just wings it.
I used to think to cook anything edible you needed to have a recipe, however, through my budding romance i have learned that the true joy of cooking comes from experimentation.
Something one would use to create something. Not necassarily food but anything in the world. Everything is made up of a simple recipe. Bridges and buildings to children and their pets. It’s a universal concept.
There was the recipe I admired most hand written in a musty cookbook my ex-wife left for me. Maybe she just forgot about it, but the lawyers never said anything. I eat it all the time now. It is so easy. I doubt it is healthy. Life with her never was.
The directions we follow. The mix of ingredients, the manner in which they are thrown together. Recipes for cake. Recipes for meat loaf. Recipes for war. Recipes for peace. Recipes for progress. Recipes for disaster.
My mom reads recipes, my dad however cooks without them. She can create just about anything perfectly, but he has a few old favourites that are delicious every time. I cant say for certain which is better. Maybe it helps to have a little of both new and a old and tested in the things we eat.
“That,” I said, indicating the river, “should have been a recipe for disaster. Instead I’m still here. There were no air bubbles. If I didn’t die… is it because I am already dead?”
He gazed down, fascinated with his own feet all of a sudden. After a beat, he looked up. “Yes. Yes, you are.”
recipes for many delightful foods from many beautiful countries in this world—each culture has their own set of traditional foods that are recipes handed down for many generations–all with a touch of love
eat food because its good, if you can’t cook though then you can’t use a recipe. i wish i could cook and use recipes, but i don’t understand how to follow the directions. it’s kind of problematic because i can not make people food. maybe one of these days i’ll learn how to cook. i dont know if i see that happening anytime soon. sucks for my husband. he’ll have to like fruit i guess.
eat food because its good, if you can’t cook though then you can’t use a recipe. i wish i could cook and use recipes, but i don’t understand how to follow the directions. it’s kind of problematic because i can not make people food. maybe one of these days i’ll learn how to cook. i dont know if i see that happening anytime soon. sucks for my husband. he’ll have to like fruit i guess.
Between my mama’s and my granny’s collected recipes, there must be thousands upon thousands of yummy things to make. Sometimes mama makes up recipes and forgets to write them down, so dishes are never quite the same, but always delicious. I wish I could bake and cook as well as they. I feel like a disappointment since I can’t.
Wow. Recipes. Now that’s a good one. For one, recipes makes me think of my mother–how she has an entire collection of hand-written (and now printed-out) copies of her favorite recipes….stained, crumpled, yellowed, and with bits of food-like evidence dotting the perimeters of the pages. I can’t help but think of my parents’ kitchen….the classical piano music my mom always plays…..
In the second grade my class was reading a story aloud. I raised my hand to read next but the teacher called on a boy called Chase instead. I was slightly annoyed until Chase read the word “recipe.” My whole life (or at least ever since I could read) I had thought that this word was pronounced like “ree-cype.” Chase said it correctly and I realized that “recipe” = “recipe.”
Thank you, Chase.
I can’t cook. It doesn’t matter if I have a cookbook implanted into my brain. The only cooking implement that I can use is the microwave, if it doesn’t blow up into flame, which it did. So, recipes are essentially useless to me.
i don’t know alot of recipes. i am bad at baking. i cant bake even with recipes recipes sis so fun to say haha reeecipEES i love i haha yay this is so fun to say recipes recipes recipes recipes
Isabelle had quite a collection of recipe books
Yet all she ever cooked was beans on toast.
Her shelves all groaned
At the weight of the tomes
But at least she kept herself warm.
cooking. cooking is fun. i like cookies. i like food its yummy. i have cooking class. food network. everyday italian. rachel ray. food. ace of cakes. cake wars. cake boss.
Recipes, recipes, recipes. Makes me think of a grandmother willingly chained to the stove working with fervor over a cookbook. Recipe for food, success, and others….you always seem to never exactly follow what was written…do you? Well that all makes sense nothing in life really follows a plan (especially one measured so precisely). In all honesty that is probably for the best. If life followed recipe there would be no change, no revolution and no free improvisation.
It’s a little depressing thinking back on all of the cool recipes I vowed I would try out. Grandma’s yeasty roll recipe, aunt luella’s bird nest cookies, I promised these ladies I would follow their instructions to the letter. Now here I am 30 years old and only able to make stir fry. and not the kind of stir fry that is good, I make like chicken and broccoli and throw a little soy sauce on top it’s ridiculous.
Hahah! I was just going to say: I don’t care what today’s word is, I wanna talk about tamago sushi. Wouldn’t’cha know! Oneword, did you read my mind?
Sushi sushi, fresh and juicy!
brings to mind a box of well-used formulas that a family has kept alive…or that has kept the family alive. it reminds me of some magical mixture that conjures up something new, something fantastic; without it the resultant would cease to exist. all people of real importance have one that they use for something special to them.
Ingredients set out to create a delicious combination. I am not sure how to roll the dough, or how much a pinch really means. This may be a recipe for disaster.
Recipes aren’t just for food. the recipe for success, the recipe for love? the recipe for friendship?
A recipe is simply the steps to get the final product, so you can have a recipe for basically anything!
The recipe i use most frequently is for my great aunties chocolate chip cookies, mmm i love cookies.
Recipe for success is next on my list however, about to start my life!
Recipes are so diverse… Recipes for cooking, recipes for love, recipes for disaster… I watched a movie recently that said the recipe for love was “take two regulars… and mix. It never fails.” I thought that was beautiful and eloquent and simple. If only recipes were always that simple.
When my Mom passed away I grabbed her book of handwritten recipes. I typed them all into the computer, printed them out and put them in notebooks for my siblings. They are very happy with the copies, but I am thrilled that I have the recipes in my Mom’s handwriting! I feel her cooking with me whenever I use them!
this palette of mine stems from mastered ingredients formulated by recipes from my mother’s cooking. no other combination of spices and culture can define my palette.
Recipes: grandma’s famous chocolate chip cookies which were the most amazing thing that I have ever tasted in my life. Something secret, something special about them, they must have some sort of magical little Italian grandmother ingredient. Gramma…one day will you show me how to make your special chocolate chip cookies? …Of course, dear, it’s just on the back of the Nestle bag.
i would like to cook, someday near.
i love to cook, specially for my loveones, i just dont like to wash plates
its so boring and annoying and thats why i dont cook that often
i dont know what else, i wish i was a cook.
I like to consider recipes as a starting off point…either for food, drink or life. Add a bit of this and a touch of that, improvise to your own taste. Season liberally, or not at all, it all depends on your mood and the quality of the ingredients. Try new things, sometimes it’ll work and sometimes it won’t.
i’ve been meaning to get all my recipes together into a book that we can pull out and remember what we made for our growing family but of course i can’t manage to get my act together to do so, so keep rummaging through the same books for the same recipes, using on average probably one recipe per book.
recipes for sucesses
taste so sweet but end up a mess
the missing ingredient
whats missing we left
left it behind and didnt turn back
now we’re trying to move forward but we’re way off track
The world is made up of recipes. The recipe for food. How do you make that? Oh with these simple instructions and this recipe. A recipe for disaster. If some asked me how to make something, I would list the ingredients. And the how to do so. Easy.
Today, i found a recipe for soft pretzels. the dough is sitting. i hope i can find lots of recipes, and cook many things this year. cooking is love. love is love. i love love. <3 see how i do? Puchkucho.
Recipes are the gate to creating new things. with any new recipe comes endless possibilities and discoveries. will this recipe hold the greatest meal i’ve ever tasted? will it be a terrivle experiment that we can all laugh about later?
I love collecting recipes, mostly because the only way I can cook is by a recipe. Making things up isn’t so great. My favorite recipe, I think, it the one for chocolate cookies, that comes on the back of the chocolate chip bag. The only real reason is because it’s the recipe I’ve made most often.
My mom has this box, where she keeps tons of recipes, and then she has a shelf above it with recipe books. But, she hardly ever uses a recipe when she cooks. She just wings it.
I used to think to cook anything edible you needed to have a recipe, however, through my budding romance i have learned that the true joy of cooking comes from experimentation.
Something one would use to create something. Not necassarily food but anything in the world. Everything is made up of a simple recipe. Bridges and buildings to children and their pets. It’s a universal concept.
There was the recipe I admired most hand written in a musty cookbook my ex-wife left for me. Maybe she just forgot about it, but the lawyers never said anything. I eat it all the time now. It is so easy. I doubt it is healthy. Life with her never was.
The directions we follow. The mix of ingredients, the manner in which they are thrown together. Recipes for cake. Recipes for meat loaf. Recipes for war. Recipes for peace. Recipes for progress. Recipes for disaster.
My mom reads recipes, my dad however cooks without them. She can create just about anything perfectly, but he has a few old favourites that are delicious every time. I cant say for certain which is better. Maybe it helps to have a little of both new and a old and tested in the things we eat.
“That,” I said, indicating the river, “should have been a recipe for disaster. Instead I’m still here. There were no air bubbles. If I didn’t die… is it because I am already dead?”
He gazed down, fascinated with his own feet all of a sudden. After a beat, he looked up. “Yes. Yes, you are.”
recipes for many delightful foods from many beautiful countries in this world—each culture has their own set of traditional foods that are recipes handed down for many generations–all with a touch of love
Dick salad: start by dipping your penis into some ranch dressing, then superglue grass and leaves onto it. Serve to your family.
The recipe book sat on the counter, it’s delicious pictures staring out over the carnage on the countertop.
The dessert didn’t look anything like the picture, and it was starting to sag on one side. But it was hers, she’d made it, and she felt proud anyway.
The recipe book sat on the counter, it’s delicous pictures staring out over the carnage on the countertop.
The dessert didn’t look anything like the picture, and it was starting to sag on one side. But it was hers, she’d made it, and she felt proud anyway.
He wanted to try out a new recipe. He had found in in the cupboard over the stove at his parents house.
Cake.
He had often eaten it when young.
When he baked, it was good.
This story was boring. :D
eat food because its good, if you can’t cook though then you can’t use a recipe. i wish i could cook and use recipes, but i don’t understand how to follow the directions. it’s kind of problematic because i can not make people food. maybe one of these days i’ll learn how to cook. i dont know if i see that happening anytime soon. sucks for my husband. he’ll have to like fruit i guess.
eat food because its good, if you can’t cook though then you can’t use a recipe. i wish i could cook and use recipes, but i don’t understand how to follow the directions. it’s kind of problematic because i can not make people food. maybe one of these days i’ll learn how to cook. i dont know if i see that happening anytime soon. sucks for my husband. he’ll have to like fruit i guess.
Between my mama’s and my granny’s collected recipes, there must be thousands upon thousands of yummy things to make. Sometimes mama makes up recipes and forgets to write them down, so dishes are never quite the same, but always delicious. I wish I could bake and cook as well as they. I feel like a disappointment since I can’t.
Wow. Recipes. Now that’s a good one. For one, recipes makes me think of my mother–how she has an entire collection of hand-written (and now printed-out) copies of her favorite recipes….stained, crumpled, yellowed, and with bits of food-like evidence dotting the perimeters of the pages. I can’t help but think of my parents’ kitchen….the classical piano music my mom always plays…..
In the second grade my class was reading a story aloud. I raised my hand to read next but the teacher called on a boy called Chase instead. I was slightly annoyed until Chase read the word “recipe.” My whole life (or at least ever since I could read) I had thought that this word was pronounced like “ree-cype.” Chase said it correctly and I realized that “recipe” = “recipe.”
Thank you, Chase.
I can’t cook. It doesn’t matter if I have a cookbook implanted into my brain. The only cooking implement that I can use is the microwave, if it doesn’t blow up into flame, which it did. So, recipes are essentially useless to me.
i don’t know alot of recipes. i am bad at baking. i cant bake even with recipes recipes sis so fun to say haha reeecipEES i love i haha yay this is so fun to say recipes recipes recipes recipes
my favotite food is pizza, chalupa, taco, noodles, and spagetti. my mom makes the best spagetti and noodles in the world.
Isabelle had quite a collection of recipe books
Yet all she ever cooked was beans on toast.
Her shelves all groaned
At the weight of the tomes
But at least she kept herself warm.
cooking. cooking is fun. i like cookies. i like food its yummy. i have cooking class. food network. everyday italian. rachel ray. food. ace of cakes. cake wars. cake boss.
Recipes, recipes, recipes. Makes me think of a grandmother willingly chained to the stove working with fervor over a cookbook. Recipe for food, success, and others….you always seem to never exactly follow what was written…do you? Well that all makes sense nothing in life really follows a plan (especially one measured so precisely). In all honesty that is probably for the best. If life followed recipe there would be no change, no revolution and no free improvisation.
cooking. cooking is fun. i like cookies. i like food its yummy. i have cooking class.
It’s a little depressing thinking back on all of the cool recipes I vowed I would try out. Grandma’s yeasty roll recipe, aunt luella’s bird nest cookies, I promised these ladies I would follow their instructions to the letter. Now here I am 30 years old and only able to make stir fry. and not the kind of stir fry that is good, I make like chicken and broccoli and throw a little soy sauce on top it’s ridiculous.
Hahah! I was just going to say: I don’t care what today’s word is, I wanna talk about tamago sushi. Wouldn’t’cha know! Oneword, did you read my mind?
Sushi sushi, fresh and juicy!
brings to mind a box of well-used formulas that a family has kept alive…or that has kept the family alive. it reminds me of some magical mixture that conjures up something new, something fantastic; without it the resultant would cease to exist. all people of real importance have one that they use for something special to them.
Ingredients set out to create a delicious combination. I am not sure how to roll the dough, or how much a pinch really means. This may be a recipe for disaster.
Recipes aren’t just for food. the recipe for success, the recipe for love? the recipe for friendship?
A recipe is simply the steps to get the final product, so you can have a recipe for basically anything!
The recipe i use most frequently is for my great aunties chocolate chip cookies, mmm i love cookies.
Recipe for success is next on my list however, about to start my life!
Recipes are so diverse… Recipes for cooking, recipes for love, recipes for disaster… I watched a movie recently that said the recipe for love was “take two regulars… and mix. It never fails.” I thought that was beautiful and eloquent and simple. If only recipes were always that simple.
When my Mom passed away I grabbed her book of handwritten recipes. I typed them all into the computer, printed them out and put them in notebooks for my siblings. They are very happy with the copies, but I am thrilled that I have the recipes in my Mom’s handwriting! I feel her cooking with me whenever I use them!
this palette of mine stems from mastered ingredients formulated by recipes from my mother’s cooking. no other combination of spices and culture can define my palette.