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Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

Barbara Kingsolver

Sleeping alone seemed unnatural to me, and pitiful, something done in hospitals or when you’re contagious.
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Contagious Done Sleep
Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It’s the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.
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Animal Miracle Vegetables
The bad thing about small-town life is that everybody knows your business…I suppose that is my central obsession. What we owe to society, what we owe to ourselves.
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Business Know Obsession Small Suppose Town
I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.
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Allies Imperfect Like Me
Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.
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Change Forgiveness Moving
Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.
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Knives Memories Novelist
The talkers are rising above the thinkers.
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Rise Above Rising Talking
There were two things about Mama. One is she always expected the best out of me. And the other is that then no matter what I did, whatever I came home with, she acted like it was the moon I had just hung up in the sky and plugged in all the stars. Like I was that good.
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Home Moon Stars
I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don’t move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.
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Mountain Moving Winning
There was a roaring in my ears and I lost track of what they were saying. I believe it was the physical manifestation of unbearable grief.
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Believe Grief Track
Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes
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Ada Balance Trying
Once you start cooking, one thing leads to another. A new recipe is as exciting as a blind date. A new ingredient, heaven help me, is an intoxicating affair.
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Animal Miracle Vegetables
I know I’m a rare person, a trained scientist who writes fiction, because so few contemporary novelists engage with science.
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Novelist Rare Person Writing
It’s the one thing we never quite get over: that we contain our own future.
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Get One Thing Over
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
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Dark Mouth Scent
I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
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Decided Dresses Memorable

Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

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Households that have lost the soul of cooking from their routines may not know what they are missing: the song of a stir-fry sizzle, the small talk of clinking measuring spoons, the yeasty scent of rising dough, the painting of flavors onto a pizza before it slides into the oven.

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