Recipes filled the bookshelves of Anne’s house. She lived to please others and what better way to do this than cooking? Anne was so good at cooking, in fact, she often wondered if that was the only reason her husband had married her, seeing as they never really had anything in common.
She sat at the table with her precious list of recipes. They didn’t fit very well into one book or one box. The papers and napkins they were written on were all different shapes and sizes. They came from different people, friends family, strangers. They were her life now. With these magic formulas she could survive anything.
I love reading recipes. I can just taste the results and sometimes that’s enough to satisfy my appetite. If the recipe comes with a picture, all the better. I collect recipes and file them away in neat categories, but I rarely ever look at them again!
recipes for disaster. one word can change anything. just follow the steps and they may lead you to a place where you can live your life to the best of your ability. cooking, cleaning, life. it all falls under one category, which can be caused by a single recipe. peace yall.
something that i need to follow more in order to participate in that thing they call cooking. I did it once, it worked out well. Recipes- work well when followed. practice makes perfect. Recipe for disaster- not following.
Food galore,
Glorious food
Pies and cakes and whatnot
Food galore, glorious food,
What a delight
Fruits and fats, meaty meals
Colors and colors
One on top of another
Recipes and ideas
Stoves, pots and pans,
Food, glorious food.
I love trying new and exciting foods!! what a great way to relax and enjoy the day by making something special with someone you Love or by yourself for fun. i like making spicy food like tacos but also trying new foods like Asian.
Their relationship was the explosive kind. A recipe for disaster. They pulled so faraway from each other the elasticity of their joint paths would bring them crashing into one another, again and again. They could not leave each other until the vital exchange occurred. The message; “What is it? What am I supposed to learn from this?” they’d often think independently of each other.
I think of ex-husband, big sister, and how I cannot cook. Well, maybe a one-pot meal, or a pastry / dessert — something that doesn’t require juggling / time management. I wish I could cook, but alas. However, with recipes I can. Also Mother’s strawberry shortcake. Yum. In her own handwriting. I cherish the paper. It still smells of her.
Chocolate cake, yay, i dont like to cook much myslef, but it’s always kinda cool to try smth new.. yeah, again anything w/ CHOCOLATEEEEEEE. Like Mari’s brownies, these things are way cool. (;
Recipes are dangerous things. This one, for example, calls for three ounces of toad mucus and seven shreds of unicorn horn. I shall have to harvest both now.
THere are recipes for everything, mostly foods. But there are recipes for a good life aswell. Maybe a recipe for destruction. Recipes are elementary and ancient.
A recipe for affection, a recipe for hate. You stir, you boil, and you wait. Recipes create. Creation is the best. Once your done, eat some, and then give me the rest.
When I was young, the favorite thing to accomplish was swordfighting. My mother hated the dull blades I returned to the counter once I completed destroying them. I am writing this as I am talking about vendors and work. Damn.
food. sometimes the recipe for disaster. Who really knows until the end? I don’t. I use all the ones tucked into my little recipe box that my godmother gave me. Not all the recipes are hers, though. I collect.
Recipe for disaster
A hand touched my arm, and I turned to greet those cracked green eyes. “Is that all?” He’d narrowed his eyes a bit.
“No,” I said, careful to keep myself calm, so he knew that I was serious.
His eyebrow raised just a little while the other remained in its respectful position.
If I hadn’t been studying him during class then I would probably have been shocked that he could be so serious.
“You know what I’m going to say.” I pulled my arm away from his hand.
“You know what I have to tell you. We would be a disaster…”
Then I’m waiting for a tsunami… “You ought to know by now that I don’t care.”
I stare at the recipes that every one seems to follow. Did I forget the flour or the sugar? Did I somehow stray from the recipe of my life? Or did I never even receive my list of ingridents. I certainly have had no procedure. When will I learn to cook
awareness was quickly recovering from an endless series of ones and zeros into multiple recipes of life and logic.clarity without passion, hunger or want.there was no such thing as too much.no concept of emptiness
My mom has an entire recipe book. The book is red and has many different recipes from the entire family. I love most of the recipes int here. Recipe kind of sounds like reciept. All I can think about is the recipe book my mom uses all of the time and how I burned it on the stove top one time making eggs.
They come from all around the world. They are shared and made to be eaten by loved ones. Everyone has their one secret recipe and that stays with them. Once in a while they will let it slip and it will be out in the open once again like it used to. They are something that everyone loves and cares about.
There is nothing more exciting than trying a new recipes. There are a few over the years that my husband and I have chosen as family favorites. The first recipes that became family loves was a recipe for broccoli cheddar soup.
i like fried chicken. hot wings do sound good righ now. I think my mom does have recipies for a lot of asian food. Even though most things that she does cook is all ome made and things that she makes off the top of her head. It does taste good though.
My mom told me to go through all our recipes.
Oh, the memories.
Some were so old that I couldn’t even read them.
It was so strange to think that at one point,
my ancestors were looking at this same piece of paper,
trying to decide what to eat. (:
not sure why, but when i got married i felt the pressure to be the best cook in the entire world. i was raised on hamburger helper and velveeta, but for whatever reason i thought i was a worthless wife for not knowing how to cook.
so i employed some helpful friends to teach me. i was given several recipes.
i can read them.
but that’s about it.
hamburger helper is pretty rad, though!
The consummate forms that are amalgamated, constructed as instructions to creating a meal. Simply guidelines, shared through time, family, and friends, created to give us palatable food.
who haa masta ace goes to the carnival at dinnertime. if I do then he doesn’t. if the car plays the violin then it won’t jump too far in advance. even though the rabbit likes curry, he hates artichokes.
i made a recipe book for my friend krista’s wedding. krista was my friend and she was my first real life, adult boss. she was almost 40 when she married and had had a little baby girl with her husband about two years before the wedding. her little willa played the flower girl and wore a pink plastic Beauty and the Beast fanny pack while doing so.
The recipe consists of waiting, caring, waiting a little more, and hoping. The ingredients are simple enough, but carrying it out is rather a challenge. Waiting is so damn hard.
Recipes, it’s all recipes, all I can find for what I thought was a relationship. I sometimes sit in silence and thank god for making me realise that for me this for be what it was for you, a mere market transaction over the years.
I like food, so recipes are very helpful, because then I can eat real food :D Which is better than the crap that people cook without one…. But then again, you don’t need it for micro meals which is always a plus. I’m hungry now, maybe I’ll go get one and bake suin, na …
Recipes to success – it was read on the sign that I passed by that morning when I was walking towards an interview. Back then it didn’t mean anything, but now …
I make loads of nice jam with all my recipes. It’s delicious…thick oozing jelly with all the seeds in tact, plastered on a generous cut of fresh tiger bread. Summer red berries grace the loaf with majesty.
we hear only of the recipes of disaster, but what of the masterpieces full of ingredients of life, such as love, knowledge, and truth? what of the good, the light, the angels? we ask ourselves this, yet deep down, we all know the answer. they are overshadowed by the creatures of hell and their plans.
I squeezed the dough with relish, feeling it ooze slightly between my fingers. I felt its soft coolness on my hands and loved it. I pressed the dough into the counter top, massaging it, kneading it.
Recipes filled the bookshelves of Anne’s house. She lived to please others and what better way to do this than cooking? Anne was so good at cooking, in fact, she often wondered if that was the only reason her husband had married her, seeing as they never really had anything in common.
She sat at the table with her precious list of recipes. They didn’t fit very well into one book or one box. The papers and napkins they were written on were all different shapes and sizes. They came from different people, friends family, strangers. They were her life now. With these magic formulas she could survive anything.
I love reading recipes. I can just taste the results and sometimes that’s enough to satisfy my appetite. If the recipe comes with a picture, all the better. I collect recipes and file them away in neat categories, but I rarely ever look at them again!
recipes for disaster. one word can change anything. just follow the steps and they may lead you to a place where you can live your life to the best of your ability. cooking, cleaning, life. it all falls under one category, which can be caused by a single recipe. peace yall.
something that i need to follow more in order to participate in that thing they call cooking. I did it once, it worked out well. Recipes- work well when followed. practice makes perfect. Recipe for disaster- not following.
Food galore,
Glorious food
Pies and cakes and whatnot
Food galore, glorious food,
What a delight
Fruits and fats, meaty meals
Colors and colors
One on top of another
Recipes and ideas
Stoves, pots and pans,
Food, glorious food.
the recipe was lying peaceful-like
broken glass sparkled
the drop of blood
congealing slowly.
I love trying new and exciting foods!! what a great way to relax and enjoy the day by making something special with someone you Love or by yourself for fun. i like making spicy food like tacos but also trying new foods like Asian.
Their relationship was the explosive kind. A recipe for disaster. They pulled so faraway from each other the elasticity of their joint paths would bring them crashing into one another, again and again. They could not leave each other until the vital exchange occurred. The message; “What is it? What am I supposed to learn from this?” they’d often think independently of each other.
I think of ex-husband, big sister, and how I cannot cook. Well, maybe a one-pot meal, or a pastry / dessert — something that doesn’t require juggling / time management. I wish I could cook, but alas. However, with recipes I can. Also Mother’s strawberry shortcake. Yum. In her own handwriting. I cherish the paper. It still smells of her.
Chocolate cake, yay, i dont like to cook much myslef, but it’s always kinda cool to try smth new.. yeah, again anything w/ CHOCOLATEEEEEEE. Like Mari’s brownies, these things are way cool. (;
Recipes are dangerous things. This one, for example, calls for three ounces of toad mucus and seven shreds of unicorn horn. I shall have to harvest both now.
THere are recipes for everything, mostly foods. But there are recipes for a good life aswell. Maybe a recipe for destruction. Recipes are elementary and ancient.
A recipe for affection, a recipe for hate. You stir, you boil, and you wait. Recipes create. Creation is the best. Once your done, eat some, and then give me the rest.
When I was young, the favorite thing to accomplish was swordfighting. My mother hated the dull blades I returned to the counter once I completed destroying them. I am writing this as I am talking about vendors and work. Damn.
boring stuff that i can never reproduce as i was suppose to! and nothing much!… well i guess… like to eat though.
food. sometimes the recipe for disaster. Who really knows until the end? I don’t. I use all the ones tucked into my little recipe box that my godmother gave me. Not all the recipes are hers, though. I collect.
Recipe for disaster
A hand touched my arm, and I turned to greet those cracked green eyes. “Is that all?” He’d narrowed his eyes a bit.
“No,” I said, careful to keep myself calm, so he knew that I was serious.
His eyebrow raised just a little while the other remained in its respectful position.
If I hadn’t been studying him during class then I would probably have been shocked that he could be so serious.
“You know what I’m going to say.” I pulled my arm away from his hand.
“You know what I have to tell you. We would be a disaster…”
Then I’m waiting for a tsunami… “You ought to know by now that I don’t care.”
I stare at the recipes that every one seems to follow. Did I forget the flour or the sugar? Did I somehow stray from the recipe of my life? Or did I never even receive my list of ingridents. I certainly have had no procedure. When will I learn to cook
awareness was quickly recovering from an endless series of ones and zeros into multiple recipes of life and logic.clarity without passion, hunger or want.there was no such thing as too much.no concept of emptiness
My mom has an entire recipe book. The book is red and has many different recipes from the entire family. I love most of the recipes int here. Recipe kind of sounds like reciept. All I can think about is the recipe book my mom uses all of the time and how I burned it on the stove top one time making eggs.
They come from all around the world. They are shared and made to be eaten by loved ones. Everyone has their one secret recipe and that stays with them. Once in a while they will let it slip and it will be out in the open once again like it used to. They are something that everyone loves and cares about.
There is nothing more exciting than trying a new recipes. There are a few over the years that my husband and I have chosen as family favorites. The first recipes that became family loves was a recipe for broccoli cheddar soup.
i like fried chicken. hot wings do sound good righ now. I think my mom does have recipies for a lot of asian food. Even though most things that she does cook is all ome made and things that she makes off the top of her head. It does taste good though.
My mom told me to go through all our recipes.
Oh, the memories.
Some were so old that I couldn’t even read them.
It was so strange to think that at one point,
my ancestors were looking at this same piece of paper,
trying to decide what to eat. (:
waffles for the win! im going to make some kolaczkis, the polish traditional food ha. Lol pancakes were so yesterday.
not sure why, but when i got married i felt the pressure to be the best cook in the entire world. i was raised on hamburger helper and velveeta, but for whatever reason i thought i was a worthless wife for not knowing how to cook.
so i employed some helpful friends to teach me. i was given several recipes.
i can read them.
but that’s about it.
hamburger helper is pretty rad, though!
Recipes reek of order and conduct. Get out of line and experiment every once in a while.
The consummate forms that are amalgamated, constructed as instructions to creating a meal. Simply guidelines, shared through time, family, and friends, created to give us palatable food.
recipes for disaster:
a bitch
a coward
spinelessness
letters
annoyance
cold
all equals a bad situation with a roommate. your (once) close friend.
who haa masta ace goes to the carnival at dinnertime. if I do then he doesn’t. if the car plays the violin then it won’t jump too far in advance. even though the rabbit likes curry, he hates artichokes.
i made a recipe book for my friend krista’s wedding. krista was my friend and she was my first real life, adult boss. she was almost 40 when she married and had had a little baby girl with her husband about two years before the wedding. her little willa played the flower girl and wore a pink plastic Beauty and the Beast fanny pack while doing so.
The recipe consists of waiting, caring, waiting a little more, and hoping. The ingredients are simple enough, but carrying it out is rather a challenge. Waiting is so damn hard.
Recipes, it’s all recipes, all I can find for what I thought was a relationship. I sometimes sit in silence and thank god for making me realise that for me this for be what it was for you, a mere market transaction over the years.
I like food, so recipes are very helpful, because then I can eat real food :D Which is better than the crap that people cook without one…. But then again, you don’t need it for micro meals which is always a plus. I’m hungry now, maybe I’ll go get one and bake suin, na …
Recipes to success – it was read on the sign that I passed by that morning when I was walking towards an interview. Back then it didn’t mean anything, but now …
If we could make a bread out of crushed diamonds instead of crushed wheat, we could create a recipe for saints and gurus.
I make loads of nice jam with all my recipes. It’s delicious…thick oozing jelly with all the seeds in tact, plastered on a generous cut of fresh tiger bread. Summer red berries grace the loaf with majesty.
we hear only of the recipes of disaster, but what of the masterpieces full of ingredients of life, such as love, knowledge, and truth? what of the good, the light, the angels? we ask ourselves this, yet deep down, we all know the answer. they are overshadowed by the creatures of hell and their plans.
I squeezed the dough with relish, feeling it ooze slightly between my fingers. I felt its soft coolness on my hands and loved it. I pressed the dough into the counter top, massaging it, kneading it.