Diane Mott Davidson > Quotes

“In a deep sexy voice, she said Windows don't turn me on.
I raised an eyebrow at her, Mac user?”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Sticks & Scones

“Sometimes you have to fight fire with a blowtorch”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Cereal Murders

“What a gift to have a son.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Tough Cookie

“You can't buy what you want. It all comes as a gift.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Tough Cookie

“Anything tastes good when you wash it down with chocolate.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Dying for Chocolate

“For had it been an adversary who taunted me, then I could have borne it; or had it been an enemy who vaunted himself against me, then I could have hidden from him. But it was you, a man after my own heart, my companion, my own familiar friend.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“Hunger makes the best sauce,”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Killer Pancake

“You should not face the world if you are unable to give to the world,”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Dark Tort

“...I had deliberately let the relationship with Schulz wane until there was little left. We had been like the hot chocolate they sell at ski resorts. For your buck fifty, a machine first spews dark, thick syrup into a cup. This liquid gradually turns to a mixture of chocolate and hot water. Soon there is just a stream of hot water, and in a moment, drops. You wish the chocolate part would go on gushing forever, but it doesn't.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Dying for Chocolate

“When I woke the next morning, gray light suffused the bedroom curtains. Tom was still asleep, so I moved through my yoga routine, then tiptoed to the kitchen. A mountain breeze moved languidly through the pines and aspens surrounding our house. I opened the back door for Scout the cat and Jake the bloodhound, and reminded myself that today we were celebrating my only son’s seventeenth birthday. Okay, we were two months late. But, so what? I smiled and reflected that it was probably a good thing that I’d stayed up past midnight to frost the cake.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“One down a joyless, undecorated corridor to a long, windowed room that resembled the day room of a hospital. The guard opened the door and waited for me to pass through, then stationed himself by a window, sentrylike. In the far right corner, General Bo Farquhar was slumped in a turquoise plastic chair. When he heard us come into the room, he moved slowly to get up. He turned to face me, then held out his arms. I walked forward and hugged him. He smelled of fresh detergent and starch. He pulled back and assessed me. “I’m so happy to see you, Goldy.” His voice seemed gravelly with”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Main Corpse

“Castle Scones ¼ cup currants 2 cups all-purpose flour 2 tablespoons sugar 1 tablespoon baking powder ½ teaspoon salt 4 tablespoons well-chilled unsalted butter, cut into 4 pieces 1 large egg ¼ cup whipping cream ¼ cup milk 2 teaspoons sugar (optional) butter, whipped cream, jams, curds, and marmalades Place the currants in a medium-sized bowl and pour boiling water over them just to cover. Allow to stand for 10 minutes. Drain the currants, pat them dry with paper towels, and set aside. Preheat the oven to 400°F. Mix the flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt in the bowl of a food processor fitted with a steel blade. With the motor running, add the butter and process until the mixture looks like cornmeal. In a separate bowl, beat the egg slightly with the cream and milk. With the motor still running, pour the egg mixture in a thin stream into the flour mixture just until the dough holds together in a ball. Fold in the currants. On a floured surface, lightly pat the dough into 2 circles, each about 7 inches in diameter. Cut each circle into 6 even pieces. Place the scones on a buttered baking sheet 2 inches apart. Sprinkle them with the optional sugar, if desired. Bake about 15 minutes, or until the scones are puffed, golden, and cooked through. Serve with butter, whipped cream, and jams. Makes 12 scones”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Sticks & Scones

“when the great moments came, you should stop and enjoy them, because they weren’t going to last.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Cereal Murders

“. . . I'm sorry for when you asked me about Soviet foreign policy I said , Who gives a $@!&?”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Cereal Murders

“I’d kill to get into Stanford.” A you’ve-got-to-be-kidding laugh snorted across one of the dining tables at the headmaster’s house. “Start playing football,” whispered another voice. “Then they’ll kill to get you.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Cereal Murders

“As gently as possible, I sprinkled the cubes over her legs. “Goldy,”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Crunch Time

“between the three of”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Sweet Revenge

“could”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“Darling, my friend has just been mugged and she needs better coffee than this. Was it made from ancient beans? Do us all a favor and make a fresh pot.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Dying for Chocolate

“exhausted I just couldn’t call Marla”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“and”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Prime Cut

“veteran—or so she claimed—of”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Crunch Time

“Exactly. Well, not exactly. She didn’t say ‘have sex.’ She”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“Dread made my heart heavy, the way your chest hurts when an election is going to the wrong people and all you can do is watch the numbers mount.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Grilling Season

“I felt guilty about the broken china; the fallen pot ring; the fancy towels, now ruined; the dinner . . . but most of all, I was worried about Yolanda, who was in excruciating pain from burns. . . . Sean’s”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Crunch Time

“believe”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada

“masculine blend of brown and”
― Diane Mott Davidson, Crunch Time

“PORTOBELLO MUSHROOMS STUFFED WITH GRILLED CHICKEN, PESTO AND SUN-DRIED TOMATOES
4 large Portobello mushrooms (approximately 1 pound)
MARINADE FOR MUSHROOMS: 5 tablespoons best-quality olive oil 5 tablespoons best-quality dry sherry”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Last Suppers

“Red ’n’ Whites 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened 1 3-ounce package cream cheese, softened ½ cup sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 2 cups all-purpose flour 36 small ripe strawberries, hulled and halved Preheat the oven to 350°. In a mixing bowl, beat the butter with the cream cheese until well blended. Beat in the sugar and vanilla, then stir in the flour until well mixed. Using a ½-tablespoon measure, shape the mixture into small balls and place 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheets. Make a small indentation in the top of each cookie with your thumb. Carefully place a strawberry half, cut side down, in each indentation. Bake for 12 to 18 minutes or until very lightly browned. Cool on racks. Makes 5 dozen.”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Cereal Murders

“Warren”
― Diane Mott Davidson, The Whole Enchilada