A Quote by Rachel Khoo

Warming and nourishing bowls of food are something I love wrapping my hands around when the cold nights drawn in. — © Rachel Khoo
Warming and nourishing bowls of food are something I love wrapping my hands around when the cold nights drawn in.
After I broke my neck, I began thinking more about The Kitchen: How can we come up with some way to make real food more affordable? Food that's locally-grown, if possible, fundamentally nourishing to the body, nourishing to the planet.
Nights're cold now. Nights g'cold, y'get sick. S'what happens.
I balled my hands into tight fists to keep them from wrapping around Mr. I-Know-Everything's superior neck.
I love food, all types of food. I love Korean food, Japanese, Italian, French. In Australia, we don't have a distinctive Australian food, so we have food from everywhere all around the world. We're very multicultural, so we grew up with lots of different types of food.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
The best food storage is not in welfare grain elevators but in sealed cans and bottles in the homes of our people. What a gratifying thing it is to see cans of wheat and rice and beans under the beds or in the pantries of women who have taken welfare responsibility into their own hands. Such food may not be tasty, but it will be nourishing if it has to be used.
Twenty-first-century food is going to be real food. Real food is food that is truly nourishing for the consumer, the community, and the planet.
When it all comes together, a creative life has the nourishing power we normally associate with food, love and faith.
Truth is just as essential to nourishing the mind as food is to nourishing the body. The more fully you live each moment in truth, the more powerful and effective those moments will be.
I love Chinese food, like steamed dim sum, and I can have noodles morning, noon and night, hot or cold. I like food that's very simple on the digestive system - I tend to keep it light. I love Japanese food too - sushi, sashimi and miso soup.
Some of us are darkness lovers. We do not dislike the early and late daylight of June, but we cherish the increasing dark of November, which we wrap around ourselves in the prosperous warmth of wood stove, oil and electric blanket. Inside our warmth we fold ourselves, partly tuber, partly bear, in the dark and its cold - around us, outside us, safely away from us. We tuck ourselves up in the comfort of cold's opposite, warming ourslves by thought of the cold, lighting ourselves by darkness's idea.
I'm a bit traditional in the way that I think that a woman draws her energy from the house. Food is a really nice way of expressing that energy and love, and doing something with care and putting time into it and nourishing your family.
I hold my face in my two hands. No, I am not crying. I hold my face in my two hands to keep the loneliness warm - two hands protecting, two hands nourishing, two hands preventing my soul from leaving me in anger.
It's not just back-to-back Super Bowls - it's back-to-back Super Bowls in his first three years, it's back-to-back Super Bowls climbing over the backs of Tom Brady and Peyton Manning... If Russell Wilson wins back-to-back Super Bowls, there is no doubt it puts him amongst the top.
For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends... Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
I know as a coach and a player we had three a day practices and that was physically taxing but at least we had food in our stomach and a good nights rest and plenty of cold water.
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