Oh the coffee, oh the sifting, oh what beautiful eggs. I think I have the macaron vapors! Someone quick, run to Laduree and fetch me a salted caramel and a pistachio and I might pull through!
I can't tell you how many outfits I've ruined by cooking without an apron. If only I had an apron that I looked forward to wearing. This may just fit the bill!
He's cheeky AND he likes to cook! What a guy!
Grandma always said that the secret ingredient in her baking was love. Now I know the REAL secret.
I want to make an egg sandwiches, but the whole thing would just be eggs.
All you need is love. Well that and some chocolate, flour, eggs, butter and sugar.
I want dozens of machines to make all my favorite foods in miniature form. Tiny food has no calories, right?
You are what you eat, and I'm proud to be a pig!
Finally! You can make mini, delicious works of art at home! But could you really bring yourself to eat a macaron that looks like a little bunny head? It's a challenge I'd like to face.
When you're baking, precision is the name of the game. The Swiss know what's up.
Regardless of your feelings about gender roles, there's no denying that grease-spots on your clothes are inexcusable.
So in the case of my kitchen I can only roll dice with beans, an old leek, tuna, olive oil, a mealy apple, peanut butter, and soy sauce. Not a great meal.
My husband has taken to doing most of the cooking in our house these days. He'd look adorable in this.