Tom Hiddleston Quotes

I love cakes. Chocolate and coconut cakes. I love that combination!

Speaking as someone who didn't go through the U.K. school system, with all the culinary baggage that entails, I am inordinately fond of custard in any shape or form.

I've got such a sweet tooth. I do miss the U.K. where you get sticky toffee pudding or custard, all that.

If you're craving oatmeal cookies, apple sauce won't do.

My cheat food is mainly all the sweet stuff I love to eat - pastries, chocolates, cakes and besan ka ladoo.

I've always believed that pastry chefs are born, not made. They're patient, methodical, tidy, and organized. It's why I stick to the savory side of the kitchen - I'm far too messy and impulsive to do all the measuring, timing, and rule-following that pastry demands.

I don't think I've actually ever had cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. I've had the Steak Diane. I don't like cheesecake!

Cheesecake and cookies is something I can't stay away from.

It's true that writing and pastry-making are similar, but when you work as a pastry chef, you can get a kind of mania that everything you see is related to pastries.

Growing up, I loved looking at the photos in my mother's old Betty Crocker cookbook: the chocolate cakes, the cookie house, even the cheese balls and fondues.

I rarely indulge in sweet things but when I do I do not like to share.

Caramel gives chocolate a run for its money.

I think it was Dad who gave me my nickname 'Katy Custard,' recognising my deep, positive and lasting relationship with it.

I will never get tired of making chocolate chip cookies. Never.

Custard: A detestable substance produced by a malevolent conspiracy of the hen, the cow, and the cook.

Pie can't compete with cake. Put candles in a cake, it's a birthday cake. Put candles in a pie, someone's drunk in the kitchen.

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

If New York is the Big Apple, tonight Hollywood is the Big Nipple.

Nate stared, slack-jawed as the cab merged with the traffic and became impossible to spot. That was it. They chose each other. Just then, the dark sky lit up with fireworks. A cab sailing the street honked in celebration . In the night air , Nate thought he could hear Serena and Blairs' laughter, though he knew that was impossible; they were too far away by now. But as we know, in this city anything is possible

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

The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

I miss Manchester, especially the apple crumble and custard they served at Carrington after training.

They were almond cookies, although they could have been made of spinach and shoes for all I cared. I ate eleven of them, right in a row. It is rude to take the last cookie.

Where there's cake, there's hope. And there's always cake.