A great chef is an artist that I truly respect.
I don't know if I am a good cook, but I am a dedicated cook.
It's kind of crazy what I can do and what I can't do. It's simple things like rice and quinoa or salads, honestly, that I'm not great at. But I can make an osso buco that takes six hours.
Learn to cook brown rice with a little salt and butter or olive oil. Learn to boil noodles properly or saute onions right. Once you get those basics down, you'll be all good and feel more confident.
That was one thing my mama instilled in me: to be well trained in the kitchen. Growing up, I was always in the kitchen with her. You name it, I make it: red beans and rice, lasagna, chicken, pork. I am the queen of cooking.
Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.
I enjoy watching talented cooks bringing together ingredients into a fabulous dish.
The best advice for building up confidence in the kitchen - start small. Don't go after the super intense Julia Child coq au vin recipe. Pick something simple and tackle it.
I lived my whole life in the kitchen. Not only that, but it's the passion, it's the love for cooking and food. It's dictated my entire life — every aspect of it. So, in some ways, the thought of not being able to do that anymore radically affects your life.
I'm pretty proud of my pie crust. I think I've finally learned how to manhandle it just enough.
I keep trying to perfect my mother's meatloaf recipe. I will never get it perfect, but I'm getting closer.
My mom is a really good cook. I didn't get the cooking gene, but she cooks this really amazing dinner every Christmas, and that's always really fun.
Anytime I prepare a meal for my family, I am putting all of my time, effort, energy, and love into it.
Something I didn't even know was on my bucket list has been achieved. I have cooked Thanksgiving dinner with Martha Stewart. I vow to follow the gospel of her teachings and do my very best in the remarkably less glamorous kitchen of my own home... without the luxury of magically appearing prep bowls filled by a staff of sous chefs.
First of all, I can't really claim to be a great chef.
If I'm really honest, I can't cook. I'm, like, the worst, worst, worst cook in the world.
One of the reasons I'm called 'Demon Chef' is because in Hong Kong, people were calling me God chef, and I right away took away that term because calling yourself God is blasphemous.
Many excellent cooks are spoilt by going into the arts.
The best way to feel at ease in the kitchen is to learn at someone's knee.
Usually, one's cooking is better than one thinks it is.
I'm a better cook and more of a perfectionist than my mother.
I don't think there are any footsteps to be walked in. No one else has taken things that you can buy at the grocery store and put them together. I hope that I have a career as long as Julia Child.
Both my parents are wonderful cooks - my father looks like he has been in the kitchen his whole life.
The process and the great smells it produces make everyone hungry and get everyone's mouth watering. And it gives men a chance to cook.
I'm the joke of the family with cooking because I've never done it - primarily because I've been surrounded by people who are so good at it. Mum's brilliant. Boyfriends have always been good at it. I'm waiting for my inner chef to be released.
