Liz Tuccillo Quotes

My husband is the chef of the family; he's a brilliant cook. Actually, it makes you quite lazy when you have somebody that's so good at cooking under the same roof. It's all beans or spaghetti when I'm left to run it.

When I have time, I really enjoy cooking.

I like being at home and cooking.

I know who in the family is a great cook. I know where the great recipes are.

Eating ready-made meals is about being very passive, and actively cooking is something that nothing compares to.

I like to cook good meals, especially when I have a lot of time.

I think the kitchen is the new garage. And I think for a guy that wants to go out and be an evolved person, he should know about his local favorite restaurant. He should know how to cook something.

I don't cook - I can cook - but I'm not very good. I like being asked over for dinner, because she can't cook either. We would starve if it weren't for modern technology. I know how to work a microwave, but love home cooked meals.

I don't really like going out for dinner. It's way better to not have to wait for food... It's quite boring. I don't cook anything, though; I just transfer it from the fridge into bowls. I'm more of a transferer than a cook.

Every three months, I'll say, 'Honey, I think I should learn how to cook'.

I don't get that much of a chance to cook at home, but when I do, I really enjoy it.

I do most of the cooking at home, and both my mom and my mother-in-law are excellent chefs. However, I wouldn't call myself a chef.

It's not that hard to make good food.

Cooking's my hobby.

I love cooking. There is nothing I like better than going home and cooking my family a nice meal. Anything with pasta! Pasta with butter! I have a good repertoire, and I can do quite a few different dishes. Sometimes they work out and sometimes not.

I find that cooking is relaxing and makes me feel at home.

I couldn't cook. I could put a pizza from Iceland in the oven, but that was it.

Life is like a beach chair when you can afford one

One of the shining moments of my day is that when, having returned a little weary from an afternoon walk, I exchange boots for slippers, out-of-doors coat for easy, familiar, shabby jacket, and, in my deep, soft-elbowed chair, await the tea-tray.... [H]ow delicious is the soft yet penetrating odour which floats into my study, with the appearance of the teapot!... What a glow does it bring after a walk in chilly rain!

There Has Ceased to Be a Difference Between My Awake Clothes and My Asleep Clothes

Pajamas are good for the soul.

Who doesn't want to be comfortable all day long?

Empress of the Universe would be way too much work. I'd have to wear fancy clothes, probably including lady shoes with pointed toes, and could no longer slouch into the study in PJs and slippers. Someone would (avert!) straighten my desk. Someone would reorganize my yarn stash...in fact, they'd assign someone else to knit my socks, thus depriving me of an excuse to rest my brain while pretending to accomplish something useful.

Comfort and indolence are cronies.

What greater happiness is there than the privilege of being bored together?