“Never trust a skinny cook”
“Drink no wine before it’s time. It’s time!”
“If mama ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy”
Most of this stuff is at least 25 years old.
Please feel free to add your own.
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“i enjoy cooking with wine. Sometimes I even put it in the food.” - Julia Child
"I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I’m under the table,
after four I’m under my host.” - (probably not) Dorothy Parker (but I like it anyway)
I may be due for an intervention, come to think of it.
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Stress spelled backwards is dessert.
Bake the world a better place.
My Aunt has these two sayings in her kitchen.
Life’s to short to drink lousy coffee.
Would be mine…
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“Life’s too short to stuff a mushroom” ( refrigerator magnet from a skinny non-cook friend)
“Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels” (same friend above)
“Prozac Schmozac - haven’t these people ever heard of a martini?” (on our bar refrigerator)
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The “lousy coffee” insight reminds us of an old friend who serves top shelf whiskey at home and when hosting in a restaurant always chooses something fabulous from the wine list. He always deflects protests about the extravagance with: “I can’t drink enough to be poor.”
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Ha!
I think you meant “stressed spelled backwards is desserts”.
That is, unless it was a joke I missed, which is certainly possible, what with all the stress these days.
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You are correct.
To Get to Know a Cuisine, Get to Know Some Grandmas.
Just saw this saying today. True.
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About not trusting a skinny cook, I think maybe not quite correct. Think of the imaginary isolated town where only two people know how to cut hair - when you need a haircut, you want to go to the one who has a bad haircut himself. 
Maybe don’t trust a cook who has a skinny family.
Unless skinny people are just not to be trusted in general, which I guess might not surprise me 
re not trusting a skinny cook, a favorite tiny restaurant in Paris served outrageously outre food, the kind of plates where I’d try my best to divine what and how I was eating. I called it “herb and acid” food, with wild and wonderful combinations of fresh herbs and citrus, wine or vinegars. I read a blog comment where a diner said that he was gobsmacked by the lack of fats in this food until he noticed the chef who was rail thin. For him, a problem, while I was entranced by his sense of taste and adventure.
