My mother never met a gadget she didn't like. There were tube pans for baking the angel food cakes my father could have after his first heart attack, and Bundt pans and loaf pans and baking pans and grilling pans.
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.
El hombre no es ni ángel ni bestia; afortunadamente, cuando hace de ángel hace un poco menos de bestia
Let's face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.
Food is our common ground, a universal experience.