Kitchen Tasks Quotes

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.

I like cooking, but I think someone else ought to do the dishes.

The kids are really great at baking cupcakes, cookies, of course - that kind of stuff - but I love delegating responsibilities for dinner so you have them picking herbs, or I have plastic knives for them so they're learning sort of how to chop. It's pretty great.

I'm a very good dishwasher. I'm a terrible cook. I'm an awful cook.

I can chop and peel vegetables but can't cook full meals.

Preparing food is one of life's great joys, but a lot of times, parents ask their kids if they want to cook with them and then tell them to go peel a bag of potatoes. That's not cooking - that's working!

I can make eggs. I can do a quesadilla. But the last thing I want to do when I come home is cook and clean up dishes. I'm not that domestic a girl.

I hate to admit this but I don't even know how to make a cup of tea or coffee. I can boil a kettle for a pot noodle and I've been known to warm up some food in the microwave.

Cooking is the showy side of domesticity.

I don't know how to cook lettuce.

I think egg boiling is the hardest thing I've ever done, but I can make a tiramisu anytime you want.

Throughout my time working in restaurants, I developed an illogical dread of some basic kitchen tasks. None of them - picking and chopping parsley, peeling and mincing garlic, browning pans of ground meat - were particularly difficult. But at the scale required in a professional kitchen, they felt Sisyphean.

I don't do dishes, and I don't cook, either! Everything else, I can do!

I have never baked. I have cooked thousands of meals big and small, but I have never cooked a cookie. I have never roasted a cake, or a pie.

In the restaurant business, there's the concept of pivot. Pivot to the stove, pivot to the refrigerator.

It will be seen in the frying of the eggs.

Like turning potatoes or making a bearnaise sauce by hand, forming a cornet - essentially a DIY pastry bag - from parchment paper feels like one of those things culinary students do once or twice and then never again.

My life at home gives me absolute joy. There are some days when, as soon as you've finished cooking breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen, it's time to start lunch, and by the time you've done that, you're doing dinner and thinking, 'There has to be a menu we can order from.'

Fish butchering means a lot to me as a chef; I take pride in it and get a lot of joy from filleting fish, working with fish, breaking down fish, trying to understand fish.

I have to clean my room and unload the dishwasher, wash the pans, and feed the dogs.

I'm not the best in the kitchen, but if someone gives me something to do, I can do it. I'm a good teammate. Come Thanksgiving time, I kind of just do what my mom tells me to.

I know how to cut meat, yeah. I know how to cook, basically.

My husband is a brilliant cook - enthusiastic and good - but he has not mastered the clearing up as you go along.

My kids and I make pasta three days a week now. It's not even so much about the eating of it; they just like the process. Benno is the stuffer, and Leo is the catcher. They've got their jobs down.

I have to do so many scenes cooking that I wanted to learn how to chop like I know what I'm doing and do certain things around the kitchen that look right.