Any time women come together with a collective intention, it's a powerful thing. Whether it's sitting down making a quilt, in a kitchen preparing a meal, in a club reading the same book, or around the table playing cards, or planning a birthday party, when women come together with a collective intention, magic happens.— Phylicia Rashad
Passioned Kitchen Table quotations
Everybody is a story. When I was a child, people sat around kitchen tables and told their stories. We don't do that so much anymore. Sitting around the table telling stories is not just a way of passing time. It is the way the wisdom gets passed along. The stuff that helps us to live a life worth remembering.
America’s drug problem is not going to be solved in courtrooms or legislative hearing rooms by judges and politicians. It will be solved in living rooms and dining rooms and across kitchen tables – by parents and families.
The first supermarket supposedly appeared on the American landscape in 1946.
That is not very long ago. Until then, where was all the food? Dear folks, the food was in homes, gardens, local fields, and forests. It was near kitchens, near tables, near bedsides. It was in the pantry, the cellar, the backyard.
I train my chefs completely different to anyone else.
My young girls and guys, when they come to the kitchen, the first thing they get is a blindfold. They get blindfolded and they get sat down at the chef's table... Unless they can identify what they're tasting, they don't get to cook it.
I lost my hair mixing a substance called white gunpowder on the kitchen table.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
I hate homework. I hate it more now than I did when I was the one lugging textbooks and binders back and forth from school. The hour my children are seated at the kitchen table, their books spread out before them, the crumbs of their after-school snack littering the table, is without a doubt the worst hour of my day.
I'm at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life.
In fact, I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.
You know, you really can't beat a household commodity - the ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.
A loving silence often has more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
Their kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god.
The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen.
Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention
My grandmother was the greatest cook in the world.
She could just go in there, the whole kitchen would look like a tornado hit it and then she'd come out with the best food. Then she'd sit at the table and she wouldn't eat!
This is what a family is all about - one another, sitting around the table at night. And it's very, very important, I think, for the kid to spend time not only around the table eating with their parents, but in the kitchen.
I hope we can get back to what I call the kitchen table.
Everyday issues that people are really worried about and focused on.
Some of our most exquisite murders have been domestic, performed with tenderness in simple, homey places like the kitchen table.
I started at 5 years old in the kitchen table with my family supporting me.
I know where I'm from and I know exactly where I'm going.
My grandfather was a chef for a Baron in Sicily before he came to America.
I grew up with him. I used to do my homework at one end of the kitchen table while he cooked at the other end.
They're professionals at this in Russia, so no matter how many Jell-O shots or Jager shooters you might have downed at college mixers, no matter how good a drinker you might think you are, don't forget that the Russians - any Russian - can drink you under the table.
Sitting down at the table is a sacred event.
It's the heart of the home. People have ginormous homes or crappy little homes, but the kitchen is where we always end up sitting. It's where the stories happen, the family happens.
Most successful businesses in the country were started on a kitchen table.
As long as people have needs unmet or problems unsolved, there are business opportunities.
Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.
If you want to fight a war on drugs, sit down at your own kitchen table and talk to your own children.
Back in the 40s and early 50s, building simple electronic projects was a popular hobby of many people. Back then, you could buy, you know, a few parts and - with tubes and build something on your kitchen table, and it would actually work.
My art career actually began under the kitchen table.
My mother wanted to get me out of her hair while she cooked, so she laid out some paper and pencils on the floor under the kitchen table.
I've just always loved singing, and I come from a family that loves singing around the kitchen table.
I was raised by a single psychologist mother and we spent every evening sitting at the kitchen table and dissecting our emotions and speculating about the inner life of everyone we knew.
Like all our memories, we like to take it out once in a while and lay it flat on the kitchen table, the way my wife does with her sewing patterns, where we line up the shape of our lives against that which we thought it would be by now.
Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.
When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class.
She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.
My songs examine and explore little specific emotions or situations or stories.
.. They're kitchen table songs, like a conversation between me and one other person. It's almost like an alien has been sent to get emotional samples from human beings and put it all together on a record.
Gogol remembers having to do the same thing when he was younger, when his grandparents died...He remembers, back then, being bored by it, annoyed at having to observe a ritual no one else he knew followed, in honor of people he had seen only a few times in his life...Now, sitting together at the kitchen table at six-thirty every evening, his father's chair empty, this meatless meal is the only thing that seems to make sense.
I do not want to have a cell phone. I do not want it for cultural reasons. I do not want to be available all the time. I want to have time to think and to touch somebody, and have a meal across my kitchen table without a cell phone, being constantly on tweets.