Taylor Swift Quotes

And I did feel there was an album to be made about winter that can make you feel the way Sinatra and Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline make me feel - warm, nostalgic and comforted.

I believe with baking there is a certain nostalgic fix.

There is nothing better on a cold wintry day than a properly made pot pie.

Winter: It's not just a season, it's who we are.

Since I was about seven, I've loved cooking. I'd wake up at five in the morning and make cinnamon rolls and all these different things.

It seems kind of silly, but it's really nice to chill in the kitchen with a friend and bake. It relaxes me, and mixing is probably my favorite part.

Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.

Whenever I have even a spare second, I'm in the kitchen whipping up a batch of cookies. I make a mean batch of chocolate chippers.

The one thing I could do with my eyes closed is my Grandma's schnecken.

Whenever it gets a little cold in L.A., it gives me an excuse to light my fireplace. You could stare at that joint for, like, a cool two hours. It's entrancing.

My mom, she cooks the best pound cakes in the world.

The good thing is, the season of chocolates is during the cold months. During the cold months, I can send ground.

I was raised by a gaggle of women who all loved to bake. Dessert always existed after any savory meal. I was raised with cookies on the plate, brownies in a Tupperware container, and so on.

Baking is therapy.

I'm a fan of a big roast or a bolognese, but I also love baking.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

My sister, mom, and I always make holiday treats like Christmas cutout cookies and red and green chocolate chip cookies.

Once you have a chocolate-chip cookie with whole-wheat flour, you never go back.

When I was about to graduate, I asked myself, 'What could you do every day and never get sick of?' My answer was really simple: Make cookies.

I love to make casseroles.

I have often thought, says Sir Roger, it happens very well that Christmas should fall out in the middle of Winter.

Sometimes I worry I don't want to get married as much as I'd like to be dipped in a vat of warm, rising bread dough.

Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.