According to the amount of bacon I just cooked, I’m 4 people.

“Made with love,” means I licked the spoon and kept using it.

According to the amount of bacon I just cooked. I’m a family of 8.

A frittata is just an omelette for people too lazy to flip things.

Who knew that the hardest part of being an adult is figuring out what to cook for dinner every single night for the rest of your life.

I love my new crockpot. Now we can wait longer to eat my horrible cooking.

Making food: 1 hour. Eating food: 20 seconds. Washing dishes: never ending.

I hate when I go to the kitchen looking for food, and all I find is ingredients.

You can add tears while cooking if you don’t have salt.

I don’t always cook dinner but when I do, I use every pan in the kitchen.

I always cook with wine. Sometimes I even add it to the food.

Imagine how organized the first person to write down a recipe must have been.

Every time you break spaghetti noodles in half, an Italian has a stroke.

I have a drawer in my kitchen that I can’t open anymore because of that one time I decided to put a spatula in it.

I’m pretty sure my husband’s favorite sound is the oven range fan turning on when I start making dinner.

Jump to recipe is the closest thing we have to teleportation.

Every frozen pizza is a canvas that needs an artist’s touch.

When a man is a good cook, that cancels out like three red flags.

My toxic trait is consistently cutting off the resealable part of the bag of frozen vegetables.

I don’t want to brag but I found a recipe online, and then within three weeks not only made the recipe, but closed the tab on my browser.

I bet oiling and wrapping potatoes in aluminum foil feels so good for the potato.

It’s called a Caesar Salad because you stab it a bunch of times when you eat it.

In my defense, they burned my grilled cheese sandwich.

To me, essential oils are what drips out of tacos.

There is no bigger day for microwaves than the 26th day of December. This is their Olympics.