Rita Rudner Quotes

I always loved cake. I loved the chemistry of it.

Making cake is one of the easiest things in the world.

I bake a chocolate cake from scratch every week.

Baking is how you start kids at cooking in the kitchen. It's fun whether it's baking bread or cookies. With baking, you have to be exact when it comes to ingredients.

It's always nice to have more than just two hands if you're making cakes.

Baking is my favourite.

Cake is a very beautiful thing.

I love making cakes, and I'm good at it.

I'm obsessed with muffins.

I make no bones about it. I have no understanding of pastry.

We eat food all the time and don't really understand what goes into something like bread.

I'm the chocolate chip cookie king of the world.

The process of making a wedding cake is complex on its own, from designing, mis-en-place, baking, frosting, structuring, decorating, to delivering.

I have been a baker for more than 30 years now, and in terms of equipment, all I really need is flour. It still amazes me what a versatile commodity it is, as you can do so many different things with it, and I never tire of trying new blends and recipes.

For baked goods where lightness is a prized attribute - almost all cakes, some cookies - it's important to start with room-temperature butter.

Can you braid three strands? Then you can make babkallah. The very idea of babkallah came about because the recipe avoids the complicating twisting technique that gives babka its signature swirl.

You want to have a good cake? Get two engineers to build it.

I love to bake. Cakes are my specialty - they have to be moist and sugary.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

I like to think of bread as really bland cake.

You mix a bunch of ingredients, and once in a great while, chemistry happens.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.

One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and - pop! - out of the egg came a tiny and very hungry caterpillar.

Cake and tea or death?