Everything happens in the kitchen. Life happens in the kitchen.
I was raised cooking my grandmother's food, my mom's recipes.
The kitchen was the center of our household. I spent all of my time there growing up.
Lots of people have written to say 'Bake Off' has inspired them to bake with their children. I feel proud about that; it's exactly what I used to do with mine.
Baking can be done with a few simple ingredients, so it's about simplicity and nostalgia - people are reminded of their childhood.
I love making dishes that my mother used to make.
My mother's kitchen was built to be the focal point of our house. I got into the kitchen often as a child.
For me, cooking is very connected to my family and friends.
My sisters like cooking at my place. It has a bit more room, and the food tastes a little bit better. A big pot of spaghetti and sauce, some warm French bread - works all the time. I think I've been eating pasta for 26 years.
To me, my recipes are priceless.
Cooking is an important part of a good, stable family life. I like to get the family together; there's a huge nurturing element in it.
Yes, I remember as a child, I would potter around my mother in the kitchen and want to participate in everything she was doing. I have learnt most of my cooking from her. I also used to irritate her with a lot of questions.
The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.
Some of my earliest memories are dancing in the kitchen, standing on my mom's toes.
I grew up in a household where we cooked all the time. My mom cooked all the time; my dad cooked. My grandmothers cooked. I have memories of sitting on the counter and snapping green beans with my grandmother.
I have memories of my grandfather Kirkman making mashed potatoes that were so good because they tasted like a bowl of butter. I love my mom's brownies. My favorite thing about both of those recipes is that someone else made them for me.
To talk of food is to talk of mothers, at least for me.
I baked the coffee cake recipe from 'The Joy of Cooking' over and over again when I was a kid.
The culinary tradition in my family is very strong. My mother, a very wise woman, spent the better part of her life in a kitchen. It's a very strong part of her identity. I grew up there next to the fire.
Food was a labor of love you felt by cooking it and eating it.
Cooking certain dishes, like roast pork, reminds me of my mother.
My parents traveled a lot, so my grandparents practically raised me. My grandmother and I really bonded in the kitchen. She's this amazing southern cook, and I would always help her - whether it was cracking eggs or stirring the green beans. It takes me back there.
Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked, everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family.
There is so much more than ingredients that go into home cooking. A home-cooked meal includes so much love and recipes that have been passed down through generations, and that is what I truly appreciate.
My mom and sister and I all cook.
