Making a soup is a relaxed process that is more or less rule-free.
Wine to Water, Doc Hendley
One after another someone would inevitably ask me something about Darfur. Yet I realized I had no more than sixty seconds before I’d lose them. Their eyes would glaze over. These are good folks, and they cared about me and what I was doing over there. But I guess at the end of the day, they were simply too far removed from the world that had become my life to understand.
Chloe Flavor, Chloe Coscarelli
Despite the stereotypical public opinion of what vegans eat, I actually don't consider myself to be much of a salad person.
The New Education, Cathy N Davidson
Technology is ideology. Technology is epistemology. How we know shapes what we know, but we have not yet fully grasped the different ways that our new access to global and local stores of knowledge should be revolutionizing higher education.
If college costs so much that it governs your choice of career, it is not preparing you for the best possible life. It is preparing you to pay off your loans.
A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle
"It's much too wild a night to travel in."
"Wild nights are my glory," Mrs Whatsit said. "I just got caught in a down draft and blown off course."
Baking With Less Sugar, Joanne Chang
Sometimes the sweetness of that ice cream is exactly what it takes to wait out that agonizing soon-to-be ex's %#^$ phone call.
Dawn, Octavia Butler
She let the silence lengthen until she was certain he would not answer. This was one more thing they had done to her body without her consent and supposedly for her own good. "We used to treat animals that way," she muttered bitterly.
Healthyish, Lindsay Maitland Hunt
A good recipe strikes a balance between tart, rich, and salty. Without one, the other two throw the recipe off-kilter.
Saladish, Ilene Rosen
After all the adding, tweaking, adjusting, seasoning, tasting, and seasoning again, if you find yourself saying, "This salad is missing something," the answer is often an easy one: sliced or diced red onion usually does the trick.
The Power, Naomi Alderman
She feels the power in her fingertips, as if she could punch a hole right through the world.
"I want justice," she says. "And then I want everything."
Simply Vibrant, Anya Kassoff
I still consider recipe writing a true art, but a dish that allows its ingredients to be used in other meals carries a special sort of elegance.
The Lost Plot, Genevieve Cogman
With any luck he'd go for her as the easy target, taking the pressure off the other two. As for the local gangsters on the one hand, and Captain Venner on the other, Irene would just have to avoid being assassinated or arrested. But she was used to that.
Stories of Your Life and Others, Ted Chiang
Freedom isn't an illusion; it's perfectly real in the context of sequential consciousness.
Food Swings, Jessica Seinfeld
My grandmother, who lived to age ninety-nine, ate tons of butter; had a cocktail, a glass of wine, and dessert every night; and walked everywhere in Manhattan. It's a good recipe for life: aim for virtue, accept some vice, and stay active.
The Half-Drowned King, Linnea Hartsuyker
"You'll be coming with me whether you like it or not."
"Your men will be fishing me out of the sea if you do not do as I ask. Well kicked and bitten for their troubles," she said. She had never felt so clearheaded. She could walk across these waves if she had a mind to.
Cooking the Roman Way, David Downie
Once the tender pale green, purplish or yellowish inner leaves appear, place the artichoke on a cutting board and with a large, sharp carving knife lop off the upper ends of the leaves, leaving only the tender bottom sections of the leaves and the heart. Be draconian.
California Bones, Greg van Eekhout
"Hey, Jo. How're your lungs feeling? Kind of bursty? Good old oxygen, your gassy friend."
Jo's middle finger emerged from the water like a periscope.
How to Eat a Peach, Diana Henry
It might be because I was born in October--or maybe because I'm a bit of a hibernator--but I recognize the world at this time of year, I know its food, I like its smells and rhythms; October is where I'm from.
The Girl From Everywhere, Heidi Heilig
I could never give up the myths, the maps, the ship that had shaped me. Blake's home might be paradise, but my home was the Temptation.
The Beautiful Ones, Silvia Moreno-Garcia
A sea roared inside her and made demands, but she waded it, she bobbed up, took a breath, and opened her eyes to the cold winter morning. Then she rose because the day was there, the world was there, and she wanted to be a part of it.
At My Table, Nigella Lawson
It probably goes without saying that if you're feeding small children, predisposed to be persnickety about Green Bits, then you would be ill-advised to stir any parsley into the stew.
The Hot Bread Kitchen Cookbook, Jessamyn Waldman Rodriguez
There is nothing intuitive about balancing social mission and business acumen, because what is good for business doesn't always help the women we train.
Jade City, Fonda Lee
Hilo draped his arm over Shae's shoulders and hugged her, then spoke into her ear. "I could still kill him for you."
"Screw you, Hilo," she snapped. "I can kill my ex-boyfriends myself."
Chloe's Vegan Italian Kitchen, Chloe Coscarelli
I named this after Kate Middleton because I always fantasize about what I would cook for her if she came over for lunch.
Appetites: A Cookbook, Anthony Bourdain
The human heart was--and remains--a mystery to me. But I'm learning. I have to.
The Fifth Season, NK Jemisin, x2
Her eyes are shockingly black--shocking not because black eyes are particularly rare, but because she's wearing smoky gray eyeshadow and dark eyeliner to accentuate them further. Makeup, while the world is ending. You don't know whether to be awed or affronted by that.
The Obelisk Gate, NK Jemisin
This is a farm. Most of the plots are planted heavily with grains and vegetables, and there are a number of people out working on them, since it's a nice day and no one knows the Guardians are busily killing everyone in the admin building.
The Stone Sky, NK Jemisin
But there are none so frightened, or so strange in their fear, as conquerors.
Career of Evil, Robert Galbraith
Their food arrived and the deliciousness of his fillet of beef did something to assuage his resentment.
Night and Silence, Seanan McGuire
Hearts are resilient. They can heal over and over again. That's the good part. The bad part is that having a resilient heart means it can be broken so many times that it feels like it should never recover, like it should be nothing but a pile of shards in my chest.
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