Marcus Samuelsson Quotes

Using lots of fresh foods, fruits and vegetables, helps to keep the menu buoyant - I don't know if that's the right word, but it keeps a balance of freshness and health.

I really like cooking according to the season. I like to get creative with what's fresh.

For me, summer hasn't really started until tomatoes reappear in local farmers' markets.

Avocados have a creamy texture, making them a healthier replacement for ingredients like butter and mayo in recipes, though they do contain a surprisingly large amount of fat - a whopping 30 grams per medium-sized avocado.

I was born in June, so I like summer, and my favourite part of a sunny day is when the sun sets.

Fig season is a joyous time of year for me. Back in my Paris days, the markets would be filled with piles of these squidgy fruit, no doubt sent up from the sunny south where they grow in abundance.

summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

Summers are the best. And I figured summer was my best time for meeting someone, too, because in the summer people are looking for someone to snuggle up with for the winter. And because in the summer I could take off my shirt.

Summer cooking implies a sense of immediacy, a capacity to capture the essence of the fleeting moment.

Climate of Egypt in winter is the reign of spring upon earth, & summer in the air, and tranquility in the heat.

My summer tip is to taste the freedom given by the long days - and by the holidays!

How do you know that the fruit is ripe? Simply because it leaves the branch.

Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening.

beautiful December grapes, blue as plums, every grape a little skinful of sweet, tasteless water

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in

How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?

It's a sure sign of summer if the chair gets up when you do.

Let it please thee to keep in order a moderate-sized farm, that so thy garners may be full of fruits in their season.

The perfect weather of Indian Summer lengthened and lingered, warm sunny days were followed by brisk nights with Halloween a presentiment in the air.

I'm a farmer's market girl, so if you go and get beautiful, fresh fruit, that's local, and it hasn't been frozen yet, it's pretty fantastic.

Brass, stay down all summer.

June is bustin' out all over.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.