Cookie Crumble Quotes

Chelsea clapped her hand over her heart, melodramatically. "Using my love of chocolate against me. I have no choice but to crumble like a...chocolate cookie. Or whatever," She said when Laurel eyed her. "My metaphors suck. Let's go.

Give that boy a cookie!" Now really wasn't the time to think about food. And where was she keeping them? In her pockets? They'd be all crumbled. "I don't want one. Thank you." Eyebrows raised, she wrinkled her nose - I must have insulted her by not accepting her offer.

I mean, I haven’t done anything wrong, except maybe now I’m aiding and abetting, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles when the love of your life is so good at killing people.

I know they say that’s the way the cookie crumbles and all. But you can’t help but wonder why there’s any cookie-crumbling going on in the first place.

That's the way it crumbles, cookie-wise

Be that as it may, but even the toughest cookies can crumble.

That's the way the cookie crumbles and the biscotti sops.

Screw the wedding—crap. Hold on... No, honey, of course I still want to get married! I was talking to Stella about the, um, wedding planner…no, don’t fire her. She’s great. I was just frustrated in the moment. Bridal nerves, you know. I’m fine now. Yes, I promise...why did I call for you? Uh, I’m craving those new raspberry lemon cookies from Crumble & Bake. Can you please run down and get some for me? Thank you! Love you. Sorry about that. Alex has been so on edge about the wedding. He made our florist cry the other day... We’re working on his interpersonal skills.

My love is like a crumbly cookie. It’s very hard to give all of it to just one person. Try as I might to give it all to just one woman, crumbs break off here and there in meaningless crushes and kisses and—but what am I saying? Baby, you know you’re the only one I’ve given my cookie to. Can I get you a tall glass of milk?

Chapter 1 I was sitting in Tina's Sunset Restaurant, watching the outriggers shuffle lazily through the clear waters of Sabang Bay, when Tomboy took a seat opposite me, ordered a San Miguel from Tina's daughter, and told me someone else had to die. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and up until that point I'd been in a good mood. I told him I didn't want to kill people anymore, that it was a part of my past I didn't want to be reminded of, and he replied that he understood all that, but once again we needed the money. 'It's just the way the cookie crumbles.' he added, with the sort of bullshit 'I share your suffering' expression an undertaker might give to one of his customer's relatives. Tomboy Darke was my business partner and a man with a cliche for every occasion, including murder.

The parents are the worst! They completely lose their minds, like academic bridezillas, focused on getting their precious mini-me into college and never for a minute thinking about what happens when the poor bastards actually get there, not to mention when they get out! God forbid they learn to fend for themselves or trust their own judgment or fail and struggle and succeed on their own terms. No! Everything has to be smoothed out and landscaped for Tiffany and Kody and Jasmine and Joshua, and if regular people get run over in the process, then that's how the cookie crumbles!

I know you're undead, but that drink might kill you." "I have seen empires rise like the slow, bright dawn and crumble to dust like a cookie in a clenched fist. I am as ancient as the foundations of the Earth itself. This won't hurt me." "You're fifty-three, Sapphire. You were turned two decades ago.

Loaded Bread Dip 1 1⁄2 cups mayonnaise 1 1⁄2 cups sour cream 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese 1⁄2 onion, diced 1 clove garlic, mashed 1 cup cooked, crumbled bacon 3 cups shredded cheddar cheese 1 round loaf artisan bread* Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a large bowl, combine all ingredients except the bread. Hollow out a round loaf of artisan bread, reserving the bread removed from the center. Spoon the dip into the bread and bake on a cookie sheet for 40 minutes. When done, use the bread you removed to eat the dip. Serves 4. *Use smaller rounds of bread for individual dips.

It was quite a cake. Three layers of cake interspersed with layers of jam and frosting- no, not frosting, lemon cheesecake, according to the caption- and topped with pickled strawberry icing and a ring of what looked like crumbled cookies. "It's- it's Christina Tosi, isn't it?" she asked shyly. "The exposed sides of the cake. That's her thing. And the milk crumbs on top. I recognize them, from the Momofuku Milk Bar cookbook." Henry looked closer- she was right. They weren't cookies. "Milk crumbs?" he asked, trying to imagine what a milk crumb could be. "They're made with milk powder and white chocolate. Really good. You're not supposed to eat them on their own, I don't think, they mostly go in or on other things, but they're so good I always save a few to snack on. What flavor's the cake?" "Strawberry lemon.

I cooked with so many of the greats: Tom Colicchio, Eric Ripert, Wylie Dufresne, Grant Achatz. Rick Bayless taught me not one but two amazing mole sauces, the whole time bemoaning that he never seemed to know what to cook for his teenage daughter. Jose Andres made me a classic Spanish tortilla, shocking me with the sheer volume of viridian olive oil he put into that simple dish of potatoes, onions, and eggs. Graham Elliot Bowles and I made gourmet Jell-O shots together, and ate leftover cheddar risotto with Cheez-Its crumbled on top right out of the pan. Lucky for me, Maria still includes me in special evenings like this, usually giving me the option of joining the guests at table, or helping in the kitchen. I always choose the kitchen, because passing up the opportunity to see these chefs in action is something only an idiot would do. Susan Spicer flew up from New Orleans shortly after the BP oil spill to do an extraordinary menu of all Gulf seafood for a ten-thousand-dollar-a-plate fund-raising dinner Maria hosted to help the families of Gulf fishermen. Local geniuses Gil Langlois and Top Chef winner Stephanie Izard joined forces with Gale Gand for a seven-course dinner none of us will ever forget, due in no small part to Gil's hoisin oxtail with smoked Gouda mac 'n' cheese, Stephanie's roasted cauliflower with pine nuts and light-as-air chickpea fritters, and Gale's honey panna cotta with rhubarb compote and insane little chocolate cookies. Stephanie and I bonded over hair products, since we have the same thick brown curls with a tendency to frizz, and the general dumbness of boys, and ended up giggling over glasses of bourbon till nearly two in the morning. She is even more awesome, funny, sweet, and genuine in person than she was on her rock-star winning season on Bravo. Plus, her food is spectacular all day. I sort of wish she would go into food television and steal me from Patrick. Allen Sternweiler did a game menu with all local proteins he had hunted himself, including a pheasant breast over caramelized brussels sprouts and mushrooms that melted in your mouth (despite the occasional bit of buckshot). Michelle Bernstein came up from Miami and taught me her white gazpacho, which I have since made a gajillion times, as it is probably one of the world's perfect foods.

Sheba, who didn’t especially like me, although she did serve me cookies when I was here before. I’d managed to get rid of them. My mother’s cookies had spoiled me for anyone else’s. I think I crumbled up Sheba’s and tossed them off the porch. “How are you, Mr. Queen? I’m real sorry to

It was a chicken. He had flown through the hole in the ceiling, and was flapping down. But he didn’t stop at my floor. He went straight through the hole where the blue block had been. He kept on falling and flapping, all the way down into the treasure room. It looked like my test dummy had found me. He landed gently on the gray square.     Nothing happened. I exhaled with relief.   And then…KABOOM!  Yep, I guess I was right after all. It WAS a booby trap. I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t tried it out myself. But then I felt kind of bad for the chicken. That brave (and bird-brained) chicken had saved my life! I will forever remember that chicken as Buster, my crash-test dummy. (I think “dummy” may be an especially accurate description in this case.)   Sadly, the chests didn’t make it. There was only a giant crater where they used to be. So long riches and possibly cookies. That’s the way the cookie crumbles. *sigh*   Monday   Good News: I have five emeralds. Bad News: I think another librarian doesn’t like me.   Whew! My pack mule days are finally done. Over the past couple of days, I gathered the last ten blocks of wool I needed to trade for a saddle, and dragged them back to the village. Then, one-by-one I grabbed the blocks of wool from the library, and gave them to the farmer. I don’t think the librarian was too pleased with me. She strung together about nine “Hurrrs” while I removed my blocks of wool. I’ve never heard villagers speak so much. In my experience, that’s usually not a good thing. (Think: Mr. Rimoldi.)   Anyway, it was totally worth it. My wooly trade with the farmer went down without a hitch. Tomorrow I get a saddle!

First you want someone around you that has morals. Although they may struggle in their walk with God, they are pressing forward nonetheless. Next, you need someone that you can trust. A person that you know beyond a shadow of a doubt will be there when the cookie starts to crumble. If they can be there when you are at the top of your game, but not when things get hard, that’s not your true friend. How many of us know someone like that?

Potato Bake or Party Potatoes Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position   This is another recipe from Vera Olsen (“Hot Stuff”) who’s engaged to marry Andrew Westcott (“Silver Fox.”)   1/3 cup flour ½ teaspoon baking powder 2 teaspoons salt 1 teaspoon pepper ½ teaspoon garlic powder ½ teaspoon onion powder ½ teaspoon paprika 4 eggs 1 large grated onion ½ cup melted butter (1 stick, ¼ pound) 5 cups frozen hash browns or frozen Potatoes O’Brien 2 cups grated cheese (any kind will do)   Spray a 9-inch by 13-inch cake pan with Pam or other non-stick spray. Mix flour, baking powder, salt, pepper, and seasonings in a large bowl with a fork. Add the eggs and whisk it all up. Stir in the onion, melted butter, grated cheese and potatoes. Dump the mixture into the cake pan, cover it with foil, and bake at 350 degrees F. for one hour. Remove foil, turn the oven up to 400 degrees F., and bake for an additional 15 to 30 minutes, or until the top is crusty and golden brown. If you want to make this into what Vera Olsen calls “Party Potatoes,” take the potatoes out of the oven, let them cool for about ten minutes so that the eggs and cheese hold them together, cut them into serving-size squares, (you can get about 12 from a pan,) transfer the squares to a platter, and top each one with a generous dollop of sour cream and a sprinkling of caviar (or crumbled bacon for those who don’t like caviar.)

Corn Chowder This recipe is from Marjorie Hanks. She used to make it on the stove, but now that Luanne got her a slow cooker, she makes it this way.   ½ cup diced cooked ham (or 6 slices bacon, cooked and crumbled) 2 cups peeled, diced potatoes ½ cup chopped onion 2 ten-ounce packages frozen whole-kernel corn 1 can (16-ounces) cream-style corn 1 Tablespoon brown sugar 1 teaspoon Tabasco sauce 1 teaspoon Season Salt (see Mrs. Knudson’s recipe on backmatter) ½ teaspoon black pepper 1 cup chicken broth   Spray the crock of a 4-quart slow cooker with Pam. Combine all ingredients in the crock-pot and stir well. Cover and cook on LOW for 6 to 7 hours. Yield: Makes 4 hearty servings.

Our word plumbing actually derives from the Latin plumbum, meaning “lead,” and that is also why this element’s chemical symbol is Pb.

lead is toxic due to its chemical resemblance to calcium. Calcium is essential for myriad biochemical reactions, and it’s one of the main building blocks of bone. When lead is present in the system, our bodies can mistake it for calcium and incorporate it into bone, where x-rays can detect it readily.

Lead carbonate was the main white pigment used in paint up until about 1950, and it was still in general use until 1980, when it was finally phased out.

Ludwig van Beethoven, as you may have heard, was deaf.

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The term dioxin , as used by toxicologists, actually refers to a number of substances that share certain molecular features. They contain chlorine atoms attached to carbon atoms that are linked to each other in structures known as aromatic rings. We consider polychlorinated biphenyls, for example — the notorious PCBs — to be dioxins when it comes to discussing toxicity. And a discussion of this brand of toxicity is fascinating. It takes us all the way from Charles Darwin’s living plants to Belgiumâ

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No one expects their life to crumble like mushy baby cookies. But sometimes that’s what happens. No one sits around thinking, Hey, maybe I’ll just throw out the last fifteen years and start over. But sometimes you have to. We breathe. We live. We love. We die. We own our decisions.

We can be sad and we can be hurt and we can even be killed, but the world keeps turning, and the things we’re supposed to do keep needing to be done. It’s time to get up, Jacqueline Wolcott. It’s time to remember what needs to be done for this cookie to crumble the way you want it to.

What we are suggesting is that indigenous doctrines of individual liberty, mutual aid and political equality, which made such an impression on French Enlightenment thinkers, were neither (as many of them supposed) the way all humans can be expected to behave in a State of Nature. Nor were they (as many anthropologists now assume) simply the way the cultural cookie happened to crumble in that particular part of the world. This is not to say there is no truth whatsoever in either of these positions. As we’ve said before, there are certain freedoms – to move, to disobey, to rearrange social ties – that tend to be taken for granted by anyone who has not been specifically trained into obedience (as anyone reading this book, for instance, is likely to have been).Still, the societies that European settlers encountered, and the ideals expressed by thinkers like Kandiaronk, only really make sense as the product of a specific political history: a history in which questions of hereditary power, revealed religion, personal freedom and the independence of women were still very much matters of self-conscious debate, and in which the overall direction, for the last three centuries at least, had been explicitly anti-authoritarian.

That’s how the cookie crumbled. What can you do?

I slid the cookie platter in front of them, which contained the four holiday cookies I'd come up with as well as peach-mango crumble cookies, my special of the day. The buttery, sweet base was topped with a dollop of my homemade peach mango jam, shortbread crumbles, and a generous dusting of powdered sugar.

Put that in your icing bag and pipe it!

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Recipe: Easiest Peanut Butter Cookies Ever Renee’s note: and they’re gluten free! 1 cup peanut butter 1 cup sugar 1 egg 1 tsp vanilla extract Mix everything together. Roll dough into 1-inch balls and lay out on a cookie sheet. Flatten each ball with a fork in a crisscross pattern. Bake for 10 mins at 325 degrees F and let completely cool before getting them off the pan. Eat or crumble on top of vanilla ice cream. :D

God made us all beautiful, but it was the slave owners who messed it all up by having all those coffee, cookie crumble, caramel, milky, yellow, and tan babies and then treating those lighter ones better than the deep dark ones.

I give up and smirk at them. “That’s right. You smell icing. And peppermint cookies. Cranberry and white chocolate cookies. And vanilla cookies—made with real vanilla bean. I ate them all, nearly two dozen of them, and some I crumbled onto the body of the superhot incubus I spent the day with and ate them off him. Because my life is just that great, bitches.

As for the spy balloons, until we stop sending our own spy balloons to watch our enemies, I don’t think we can really complain. That’s how the game works. We have no moral high ground here.

This was a conversation we kept circling around and around on. I was embarrassed at the dire straits I’d managed to get myself into financially. It would take time to dig myself out.

No second tries. No buying him out. That's the way the cookie crumbles.

The sunken gray sky seemed to be closing in on the ground. The edges of the world on which they stood crumbled into the abyss. They could hear it fracture around them like glaciers splintering off into the frigid deep. "What do you three want?" Eros asked with flippant annoyance. Loki chimed in, "We don't want any of your Girl Scout Cookies…" Eros closed his eyes and pressed his lips together. "-unless you have Samoas,” Loki amended.

oat soup recipe. Ah, heck. I’ll give you the recipe anyway. Bring twelve cups of chicken stock to a boil. Add six sliced carrots, three sliced parsley roots, one cup of peas, one cup of diced onion, two tablespoons of canola oil, two tablespoons of soy sauce, two mashed garlic cloves, and two cups of rolled oats. Simmer for forty minutes and add salt and pepper to taste. I bet even Baby Bear would love it.

No, honey, of course I still want to get married! I was talking to Stella about the, um, wedding planner…no, don’t fire her. She’s great. I was just frustrated in the moment. Bridal nerves, you know. I’m fine now. Yes, I promise…why did I call for you? Uh, I’m craving those new raspberry lemon cookies from Crumble & Bake. Can you please run down and get some for me? Thank you! Love you.

I saw myself as I’d just been captured for posterity. Little old lady with possum-gray hair falling across her face. Baja T-shirt scrunched up to expose little-old-lady midriff. Toothy shark slipper raised in elderly menace. How soon would the photo show up on the internet? Like a California-road version of those strange “Walmart People” pictures that are always popping up on Facebook. Would I be displayed between a droopy-jeans man bent over to expose a crack the size of the San Andreas fault and an oversized woman bulging out of a thong as she licked a carton of strawberry ice cream?

I had no idea how robot vacuum cleaners were supposed to behave, so I didn’t know if what this one had done today was aberrant robot conduct or not.

Younger Officer got to his feet, his back side plastered with flowers like some long-ago flower child about to start singing Kumbaya. Loose, there seemed to be a lot more flowers than there were when in the vase. More water too. He brushed the flowers away with his free hand, but a spray of baby’s breath clung to the hair behind his ear.

wondered if I should hand him a pillow from the sofa for concealing purposes.

Police officer training, thorough as it is, perhaps doesn’t cover situations such as stray flowers and wet blotches. I was glad I hadn’t also been in the pathway of the tumbling vase or I might be walking stiff legged too.

Women who make "cookie cutter" families are often disappointed when the "cookies" don't turn out perfect and everything crumbles.

In the kitchen, her family nibbled Helen’s lemon squares. Melanie urged brownies on the nurses. “Take these,” she told Lorraine. “We can’t eat them all, but Helen won’t stop baking.” “Sweetheart,” Lorraine said, “everybody mourns in her own way.” Helen mourned her sister deeply. She arrived each day with shopping bags. Her cake was tender with sliced apples, but her almond cookies crumbled at the touch. Her pecan bars were awful, sticky-sweet and hard enough to break your teeth. They remained untouched in the dining room, because Helen never threw good food away.

bones are made of calcium phosphate and that by heating these in the presence of carbon he could isolate phosphorus.

White phosphorus is highly toxic, and people who made matches routinely developed “phossy jaw,” a terrible condition in which the jaw bone disintegrates.

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A new kind of aluminum cookware, made of anodized aluminum, has recently arrived in the marketplace. It is usually gray-colored, it’s harder than stainless steel, and it conducts heat better; it’s also eternally nonstick, scratch resistant, and easy to clean. The process of anodizing involves passing the aluminum through a series of electrochemical baths, which cause a hard layer of aluminum oxide to form on the surface. This layer is nonreactive, and it does not leach aluminum into food.

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season our cast iron cookware to keep it from rusting and to prevent food from sticking to it. To do this, coat the pan with a thin layer of oil and then heat it. The oil will react with oxygen to form a tough, smooth, impervious layer.

Stainless steel is durable and does not tarnish. We make it by alloying iron with other metals, most notably nickel and chromium.

for ordinary kitchen chemists like me, a stainless steel pan with a thick aluminum bottom is just fine. Anodized aluminum is also excellent. Nothing sticks to it, it cannot be scratched, and it’s a snap to clean.

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pheromones, those fascinating chemicals that can initiate mating behavior in certain species,

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Deodorants contain fragrances that mask the sweat smell as well as antibacterial agents that control the growth of bacteria on the skin. Antiperspirants, however, contain aluminum compounds that form insoluble gels on the skin and plug up pores, reducing the amount of sweat that makes it to the surface.

The body eliminates toxins via the liver and kidneys, not through sweat.

soap or detergent molecules forge a link between the oil and the water; one end of the soap or detergent molecule binds to the oil, the other to the water. When we rinse the fabric, the stain lifts from its surface.

We can employ bleach, for example, to strip electrons from molecules. Electrons are more than just the glue that holds molecules together — they are also responsible for color. By stripping molecules of electrons, or “oxidizing” them, we can therefore eliminate stains.

Goof Off, which is a mixture of xylene and various other solvents. It’s great for dried latex paint, as well as many inks and glues. Place the fabric, stain side down, on a white cotton towel and drip the solvent through. If this doesn’t do the job, pour some of the solvent onto a piece of white cotton and dab at the stain. Never rub!

Spot Shot. Its manufacturers market it for carpets, but it works on other fabrics as well. It is a combo of 2-butoxyethanol and a detergent. Spray it on, wait a bit, and dab with a paper towel. Shout, in its various formulations, is also worth shouting about. I’ve had good luck with the aerosol, the liquid, the gel, and, especially, the laundry stick.

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Some unfortunate people, by their own account, sweat like pigs, no matter what they do. The expression is actually inappropriate, because pigs have no perspiration apparatus. That’s why they wallow in mud.

Where do these underarm odors come from? We can blame bacteria that inhabit the surface of our skin. There are millions of them, and they feed on us. Indirectly. Our apocrine sweat glands, which are mostly found in our armpits and private regions, produce a yellowish fluid that harbors fats, proteins, and various steroids. The fluid has no smell, but its components are great food for bacteria. As they digest these components, the bacteria produce a variety of malodorous compounds. To put it bluntly, unless we take care, we’ll end up reeking of bacterial poop.

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neurotransmitter stimulates an adjacent cell by fitting into a receptor site on its surface, very much the way a key fits into a lock. This cell then releases a neurotransmitter, which stimulates the next cell, and thus the message is propagated. The specific neurotransmitter involved in the nerve gas story is acetylcholine.

Once acetylcholine has carried out its job of triggering a reaction in an adjacent cell, an enzyme present in the synapse decomposes it. Overstimulation is therefore prevented. It is this enzyme, acetylcholinesterase, that nerve gas deactivates. The result is overstimulation of the nervous system, eventually leading to convulsions, paralysis, and respiratory failure.

By the end of World War II, the Germans had developed sarin, a nerve gas far more potent than tabun. The chemistry was relatively simple: methylphosphonyl difluoride mixed with rubbing alcohol.

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If just one more crazy thing had happened, I'd have started mumbling about pufferfish cookies: how to align the eggs, milk and sugar pixel by pixel on the crafting table in a purrfect way to achieve a five star rating from the International Minecraftian Baker's Society, in not only consistency but form and texture, the lightness of the bread, crisp yet never crumbling, with each tiny cube of sugar and baked pufferfish spread evenly throughout the biscuits to achieve a pastry both magnificent to the eye and simply bursting with flavor. But then I wasn't sure if the International Minecraftian Baker's Society had such a refined taste as a Nether Kitten's, and soon I began to wonder if any of them would appreciate the elegance of a cookie made of equal parts sugar and fish.

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no one knew exactly what sort of forces held the small molecules together, so Carothers applied himself to solving the problem. He quickly concluded that there was no great mystery. Scientists already understood that atoms in molecules were held together by the sharing of electrons. Such covalent bonds could also be forged, Carothers surmised, between atoms of different molecules, creating a long chain.

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In 1928, within weeks of moving to DuPont, Carothers decided to prove his theory about the bonding in giant molecules by building one. One of the best-known reactions in organic chemistry involves creating compounds called esters by joining together certain acids and alcohols. Carothers hypothesized that molecules that had acid functions on both ends could be reacted with molecules that had alcohol groupings on both ends in order to form long chains. He was right: Carothers had invented polyesters

Alcohol can be an extremely destructive beverage. It is probably more damaging to society than all illicit drugs combined. Cirrhosis of the liver, strokes, breast cancer, oral cancers, domestic violence, and sexual assault have all been linked to alcohol abuse. In North America, there is an alcohol-related car accident every thirty seconds. And, as if that wasn’t frightening enough, excessive alcohol can shrink the genitals and have feminizing effects on men. The male drinker produces less testosterone, so his sex drive flags. But, for those who want to look on the bright side, less testosterone means less likelihood of baldness.

Progress always comes at a cost, but if we fear the unknown, we will never get anywhere. Nothing in life is risk-free.

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