A Quote by Maneet Chauhan

Summer chutneys, to me, are those that are light and usually involve almost no cooking. — © Maneet Chauhan
Summer chutneys, to me, are those that are light and usually involve almost no cooking.
For me, the summer will be pure gray - mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.
I don't barbeque myself because that would involve me cooking. And whereas I can, I'm not a very good cook.
Every summer is always the same for me. I spend almost the whole summer with my national team in training camp. That's what I love. That's what I'm proud of.
Baseball, to me, is still the national pastime because it is a summer game. I feel that almost all Americans are summer people, that summer is what they think of when they think of their childhood. I think it stirs up an incredible emotion within people.
I have been to Turkey almost every summer holiday of my life and pretty much only on summer holidays, which makes me a very shallow Turk indeed.
Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
Even cooking at home, the difference between my wife cooking and me cooking is major. When my wife cooks, the kitchen looks like a disaster. When I cook it's completely clean and organized and it doesn't look like anyone has been cooking in there.
'Boys of Summer,' to me, is like the end of the summer, man. That heartbreaking feeling where you have to go back to school, your summer love is coming to an end, and the leaves are changing. That was always such an emotional time for me as a kid, because I loved summer so much.
Cooking and gardening involve so many disciplines: math, chemistry, reading, history.
Like any traveler, I'm always looking for those experiences that are almost unique to any place, and watching films around Alaska of the skies in winter made me want to taste those unworldly showers of light in person.
Let me start with a confession: I don't enjoy cooking. The reason I usually do it at home is not because I'm a New Man or Jamie Oliver disciple, but because my wife's cooking is so bad. In fact, to me, cooking is less a pleasurable pastime than a defense against poisoning.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
My guilty pleasure is competitive cooking reality shows. I don't like cooking shows when it's just about cooking. It has to be competitive - they're fighting and yelling at each other. I am obsessed with those shows, and I have no idea why.
The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.
I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl, From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl, I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl, But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl, It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child, It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.
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