Recipes tell you what to do. They give you ingredients from corners of the world and tell you to make a perfect symphony of unity with them. Well, I’ll just make my own recipe as I go.
forever losing my place
always in your pocket
never when you need me
thats
demona
every day after coming from office when i feel like eating something…just anything…it never comes to my mind to look into the net for somerecipe.but later in the evening while thinking abt dinner i feel like looking into the net for recipes…so that when I go back to India i can surprise my parents
Paromita
Disaster. Cake. Two things complete different, but the time had come to combine the way of making them both. Against odds and expectation, though, she had done it. Heart pounding, she wheeled it in. Three tiers, with silver sugar balls dotting the midnight blue fondant. A starry night – sure to make the President see stars when the clock inside hit zero.
Bliss
step one: Pour whole milk into saucepan
2-heatmilk until simmering ( not boiling)
3-Add cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, ginger.and TEA
4- heat on low for 30 min
5-CHAI! yum
6- Strain and drink.
Put same ingredients into bathtub with eucalyptus for a winter treat
qeweqwqwe
step one: Pour whole milk into saucepan
2-heatmilk until simmering ( not boiling)
3-Add cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, ginger.
4- heat on low for 30 min
5-CHAI! yum
6- Strain and drink.
Put same ingredients into bathtub with eucalyptus for a winter treat
qeweqwqwe
recipe for disaster; I walked into the room and saw you standing there. I could have turned away, but instead I approached you and said hello. I knew what I was doing, I was setting us up for failure. A recipe for disaster…
Kelela
step 1). put it in the pot. now that was a good thing to do. but which pot. see there were a choice of pots and pans and there were simply too many things to do. spatulas await. spoons. yet all he really wanted to do was eat the food. anyone ever notice how looking at paintings in cook books are so much better than the actual recipes. who cares. because honestly there is no way u can presume to know anything about recipes in 60 seconds. u should write a poem. like this
rice and all these things are like
elysian fields. sometimes
cactus’s are simply sharp points
i feel that life is a bowl of pasta
Penne pasta is better.
everything tastes good with
spice she said. the end.
Bob
Don’t need them. Like so many things in life, with a bit of creativity and some scrambling you can come up with “something”. Whether they’ll eat it is another matter altogether.
Recipes like you would keep in big cardboard boxes, stacked against the back wall of the kitchen, with receipts and bookmarks and little sauce stains dotting the cue cards you thought would be so cute in the big cardboard boxes but have now become so messy and thoroughly stained with your youness that they no longer seem so novel.
One thing. Then take two parts of another. Break the eggs, clean up the mess. Pop it in the oven.
That is how you make a disaster.
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. One pinch of this, one pinch of another. Mix it up, stir it up. Throw in a handful of spice. No sugar. Hold the sugar.
In foods class my teacher favored me due to the fact that I was so good at following recipes. “Why do I have to be so damn rigid?” I would agonize? I wish I couldn’t follow them at all.
He oozed sexuality. And by ooze I mean…dripped languidly. He had short hair, he had cut it recently and his strange friend had made a beanie out of the locks. It looked like a hairball, smelled interesting and sat in the cupboard. He had a large erection. Recipes.
Bob
He oozed sexuality. And by ooze I mean…dripped languidly. He had short hair, he had cut it recently and his strange friend had made a beanie out of the locks. It looked like a hairball, smelled interesting and sat in the cupboard. He had a large erection.
Bob
Once upon a time there was a birthday girl who wanted nothing more than to cook pasta with her friends, so they spent two hours in the kitchen making delicious food to eat later. Finally, she sat down in the dining room, at the long and shiny mahogany table, and ate her heart out. Do you remember those days?
I like to give the recipe of goodness and compassion to the dots on the computers of crazy politicians that gos over and eat brains of believers! And then make all them eat
Momo
The ingredients to making something to be savored and enjoyed. The instructions on how to succeed in creating something marvelous. Something many of us wish we had for life. And that we’ll waste our lives trying to write. I know I have been.
Cassie
make yourself feel the senses
Martin Toro
I like food, real food. I have this type of “fetish” for some time now. I see as I age the fetish of mine is becomming an interesting past time of mine, the recipes are very amazing, and some times simple. Good food is hard to eat.
Kasey Zeltinger
Why are some peoples recipes a secret? Who cares if you make the best pumpkin pie if you’re not gonna share it? Food is made for loving, right?
Do I really want to care about this recipe? Is it an experience I truly want my palate to attempt? I can’t tell if I really want this anymore…What do we do when we fall out of love?
Disheveled Procrastinator
I have one from my mom that was written by me, dictated from my grandmother. It was given to her by her mother in law.
Wendy
I like recipes. When they aren’t for disaster at any rate. I made a chicken the other night…does that really require a recipe? Ingredient list was: chicken, salt, pepper. That is all you need! Like chemistry, just throw a few things together and see what comes out! That’s what relationships are like too aren’t they?
Disheveled Procrastinator
I enjoy my recipes as I enjoy my life in fact, you could say that my recipes extend beyond the kitchen and into my life. My recipes for success or something along those cliche lines. If only I could make more recipes to help me with everything then I would have the best time. Unfortunately, I am only able to make recipes for some things but, I do enjoy them.
I enjoy my recipes as I enjoy my life in fact, you could say that my recipes extend beyond the kitchen and into my life. My recipes for success or something along those cliche lines. RECIPES, hilarious. Great word.
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style
Bruce
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style
Bruce
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it freee style
Bruce
i dont know how to make chicken perfectly well but if i did i’d make it for you. i burnt it last time, i’m sorry girl, i know you said you loved it anyway, i was a little drunk on wine! you know, it wasnt really me anyway. i’m almost not that hectic, i’m calm baby. anyway, my sister was there, father, brother, and stuff. lets just us eat chicken. not them.
alex
recipies are lists that discribe a type of cooking dish. many recipicies are kept in families to keep the secret of the deliciousness. some are difficult some are easy.
Amy
i once begged my mother for her book of recipes. she told me that she never used them, that everything was stored away in her head: all the cookies and cakes and delectables that followed us through the years. after much badgering, she finally gave in and wrote them down. i was disappointed to find that, even though i followed them exactly, something was missing…it must have been her.
I once new a man who only ever wanted to find the best recipes around. He traveled the world creating and collecting all the best recipes he could get his hands on. India, Spain and Portugal provided the majority of his inspiration in broadenin
Linder
recipes
theres pretty much one for everything
recipe for the perfect chocolate chip cookies
recipe for a milkshake
but is there recipe for life
something we follow step by step
telling us what the outcome will be
or is it all left up to us
to make our own steps
our own recipe
great easy way to make or break your dinner plan with the clan no more time just get in line for the hot delicious smell permeating your mind now your stomach, delicious to the max without any tracks. socialitenc.com
ty
“Kindle the fire, won’t you?” her dad asked her.
“I already have,” she said, with a touch of pride.
He grinned. “Yeah. You’ve got this down. Of course you do.”
She was four but already learning to be a master cook. Within a few years she’d learn how to make recipes of her own, pave her own path.
I l ove baking. I like to make things for other poeple in hope sthat in these ingrediets I can somehow measure and ladle out the metions tha tI can;t other wise say or show. I hope that theyc a taste the love I feel inside. I wish one day Ill have my own recipies to hand down. Something that is a part of me. b
Bella
I love cooking. I love the abundance of food we have and the ability to eat so well.
Recipes are meant as guidelines.
except in baking where it is pretty crucial to follow the measurements.
Who came up with cake anyways? Decided they were going to mix, egg, flour, baking soda….. really? who invented some of this stuff?
I hate the way their voices sound – the mad laughter down below. It’s a recipe for disaster, if a common expression can actually take over what it means to make disaster possible. You take a psychotic killer – a nutcase that hasn’t been unleashed yet, and you put him over a group of young women, and you let them laugh, their high pitched pithy laughter until he goes crazy, and snaps, and finally one night murders them all in their sleep, laughing manically all the while.
Cooking. The essence of creating something new. Recipes are great for people who can’t boil water..but I don’t like them. I create from the heart. Heart recipes. Would you like one?
Recipes tell you what to do. They give you ingredients from corners of the world and tell you to make a perfect symphony of unity with them. Well, I’ll just make my own recipe as I go.
forever losing my place
always in your pocket
never when you need me
thats
every day after coming from office when i feel like eating something…just anything…it never comes to my mind to look into the net for somerecipe.but later in the evening while thinking abt dinner i feel like looking into the net for recipes…so that when I go back to India i can surprise my parents
Disaster. Cake. Two things complete different, but the time had come to combine the way of making them both. Against odds and expectation, though, she had done it. Heart pounding, she wheeled it in. Three tiers, with silver sugar balls dotting the midnight blue fondant. A starry night – sure to make the President see stars when the clock inside hit zero.
step one: Pour whole milk into saucepan
2-heatmilk until simmering ( not boiling)
3-Add cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, ginger.and TEA
4- heat on low for 30 min
5-CHAI! yum
6- Strain and drink.
Put same ingredients into bathtub with eucalyptus for a winter treat
step one: Pour whole milk into saucepan
2-heatmilk until simmering ( not boiling)
3-Add cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, ginger.
4- heat on low for 30 min
5-CHAI! yum
6- Strain and drink.
Put same ingredients into bathtub with eucalyptus for a winter treat
recipe for disaster; I walked into the room and saw you standing there. I could have turned away, but instead I approached you and said hello. I knew what I was doing, I was setting us up for failure. A recipe for disaster…
step 1). put it in the pot. now that was a good thing to do. but which pot. see there were a choice of pots and pans and there were simply too many things to do. spatulas await. spoons. yet all he really wanted to do was eat the food. anyone ever notice how looking at paintings in cook books are so much better than the actual recipes. who cares. because honestly there is no way u can presume to know anything about recipes in 60 seconds. u should write a poem. like this
rice and all these things are like
elysian fields. sometimes
cactus’s are simply sharp points
i feel that life is a bowl of pasta
Penne pasta is better.
everything tastes good with
spice she said. the end.
Don’t need them. Like so many things in life, with a bit of creativity and some scrambling you can come up with “something”. Whether they’ll eat it is another matter altogether.
Recipes like you would keep in big cardboard boxes, stacked against the back wall of the kitchen, with receipts and bookmarks and little sauce stains dotting the cue cards you thought would be so cute in the big cardboard boxes but have now become so messy and thoroughly stained with your youness that they no longer seem so novel.
One thing. Then take two parts of another. Break the eggs, clean up the mess. Pop it in the oven.
That is how you make a disaster.
Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. One pinch of this, one pinch of another. Mix it up, stir it up. Throw in a handful of spice. No sugar. Hold the sugar.
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
At the end of the day, no one wants seconds.
In foods class my teacher favored me due to the fact that I was so good at following recipes. “Why do I have to be so damn rigid?” I would agonize? I wish I couldn’t follow them at all.
He oozed sexuality. And by ooze I mean…dripped languidly. He had short hair, he had cut it recently and his strange friend had made a beanie out of the locks. It looked like a hairball, smelled interesting and sat in the cupboard. He had a large erection. Recipes.
He oozed sexuality. And by ooze I mean…dripped languidly. He had short hair, he had cut it recently and his strange friend had made a beanie out of the locks. It looked like a hairball, smelled interesting and sat in the cupboard. He had a large erection.
Once upon a time there was a birthday girl who wanted nothing more than to cook pasta with her friends, so they spent two hours in the kitchen making delicious food to eat later. Finally, she sat down in the dining room, at the long and shiny mahogany table, and ate her heart out. Do you remember those days?
I like to give the recipe of goodness and compassion to the dots on the computers of crazy politicians that gos over and eat brains of believers! And then make all them eat
The ingredients to making something to be savored and enjoyed. The instructions on how to succeed in creating something marvelous. Something many of us wish we had for life. And that we’ll waste our lives trying to write. I know I have been.
make yourself feel the senses
I like food, real food. I have this type of “fetish” for some time now. I see as I age the fetish of mine is becomming an interesting past time of mine, the recipes are very amazing, and some times simple. Good food is hard to eat.
Why are some peoples recipes a secret? Who cares if you make the best pumpkin pie if you’re not gonna share it? Food is made for loving, right?
Do I really want to care about this recipe? Is it an experience I truly want my palate to attempt? I can’t tell if I really want this anymore…What do we do when we fall out of love?
I have one from my mom that was written by me, dictated from my grandmother. It was given to her by her mother in law.
I like recipes. When they aren’t for disaster at any rate. I made a chicken the other night…does that really require a recipe? Ingredient list was: chicken, salt, pepper. That is all you need! Like chemistry, just throw a few things together and see what comes out! That’s what relationships are like too aren’t they?
I enjoy my recipes as I enjoy my life in fact, you could say that my recipes extend beyond the kitchen and into my life. My recipes for success or something along those cliche lines. If only I could make more recipes to help me with everything then I would have the best time. Unfortunately, I am only able to make recipes for some things but, I do enjoy them.
I enjoy my recipes as I enjoy my life in fact, you could say that my recipes extend beyond the kitchen and into my life. My recipes for success or something along those cliche lines. RECIPES, hilarious. Great word.
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it free style
I love recipes that make me creative. Recipes are a guiding light. they are words of wisdom condensed down into a few lines for easy replication to spread the joy of a culinary experienece far and wide. I write that, but ouknow, at the same time, I almost never use recipes. I like to do it freee style
i dont know how to make chicken perfectly well but if i did i’d make it for you. i burnt it last time, i’m sorry girl, i know you said you loved it anyway, i was a little drunk on wine! you know, it wasnt really me anyway. i’m almost not that hectic, i’m calm baby. anyway, my sister was there, father, brother, and stuff. lets just us eat chicken. not them.
recipies are lists that discribe a type of cooking dish. many recipicies are kept in families to keep the secret of the deliciousness. some are difficult some are easy.
i once begged my mother for her book of recipes. she told me that she never used them, that everything was stored away in her head: all the cookies and cakes and delectables that followed us through the years. after much badgering, she finally gave in and wrote them down. i was disappointed to find that, even though i followed them exactly, something was missing…it must have been her.
I once new a man who only ever wanted to find the best recipes around. He traveled the world creating and collecting all the best recipes he could get his hands on. India, Spain and Portugal provided the majority of his inspiration in broadenin
recipes
theres pretty much one for everything
recipe for the perfect chocolate chip cookies
recipe for a milkshake
but is there recipe for life
something we follow step by step
telling us what the outcome will be
or is it all left up to us
to make our own steps
our own recipe
I love cooking! my mom is making corndogs right now. I wish there were recipes for things other than food… like love or happines…
great easy way to make or break your dinner plan with the clan no more time just get in line for the hot delicious smell permeating your mind now your stomach, delicious to the max without any tracks. socialitenc.com
“Kindle the fire, won’t you?” her dad asked her.
“I already have,” she said, with a touch of pride.
He grinned. “Yeah. You’ve got this down. Of course you do.”
She was four but already learning to be a master cook. Within a few years she’d learn how to make recipes of her own, pave her own path.
I l ove baking. I like to make things for other poeple in hope sthat in these ingrediets I can somehow measure and ladle out the metions tha tI can;t other wise say or show. I hope that theyc a taste the love I feel inside. I wish one day Ill have my own recipies to hand down. Something that is a part of me. b
I love cooking. I love the abundance of food we have and the ability to eat so well.
Recipes are meant as guidelines.
except in baking where it is pretty crucial to follow the measurements.
Who came up with cake anyways? Decided they were going to mix, egg, flour, baking soda….. really? who invented some of this stuff?
I hate the way their voices sound – the mad laughter down below. It’s a recipe for disaster, if a common expression can actually take over what it means to make disaster possible. You take a psychotic killer – a nutcase that hasn’t been unleashed yet, and you put him over a group of young women, and you let them laugh, their high pitched pithy laughter until he goes crazy, and snaps, and finally one night murders them all in their sleep, laughing manically all the while.
Cooking. The essence of creating something new. Recipes are great for people who can’t boil water..but I don’t like them. I create from the heart. Heart recipes. Would you like one?