You know, nobody can ever cook as good as your mama.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Mama was a natural cook. At harvest time, she would whip up a noontime dinner for the men in the field: fried chicken with milk gravy, ham, mashed potatoes, lima beans, field peas, corn, slaw, sliced tomatoes, fried apples, biscuits, and peach pie.
I can't cook to save my life.
Cooking skills aside, my mother is an exceptional nurturer.
My mom wasn't so much such a great cook. But I don't know, I think I have a very strong mother, and it's funny, because both of my sisters - I have two sisters, and I'm the baby, but they all work hard. I'm not sure where I get it from, and I'm not sure where they get it from, but they must get it from somewhere... I like to work.
There is no one who would have me - I can't cook.
My daughters think I am a terrible cook, but I try really hard. I would really like to be a better cook.
What my mother believed about cooking is that if you worked hard and prospered, someone else would do it for you.
I'm a better cook and more of a perfectionist than my mother.
My mother doesn't cook; my grandmother didn't cook. Her kids were raised by servants. They would joke about Sunday night dinner. It was the only night she would cook, and apparently it was just horrendous, like scrambled eggs and Campbell's soup.
I don't cook. My mother didn't cook. My daughter doesn't cook.