Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god.

Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god

Like any good cook, you go back in the kitchen and you revamp your recipe and you take what you have on hand and you still make up something pretty good. And I think after spending the last two months with the women on our team, I think that with certainty we can whip up something pretty good.

I lost my hair mixing a substance called white gunpowder on the kitchen table.

And the priest shall bring it unto the altar, and wring off his head, and burn it on the altar; and the blood thereof shall be wrung out at the side of the altar: / And he shall pluck away his crop with his feathers, and cast it beside the altar on the east part, by the place of the ashes: / And he shall cleave it with the wings thereof, but shall not divide it asunder: and the priest shall burn it upon the altar, upon the wood that is upon the fire: it is a burnt sacrifice, an offering made by fire, of a sweet savour unto the LORD.

It does not matter how expensive your kitchen is if you are a bad cook.