I grill, therefore I am.

Enough people have now mentioned Bill Nye the Science Guy to me that I now desperately avoid it all costs.

The kitchen's a laboratory, and everything that happens there has to do with science. It's biology, chemistry, physics. Yes, there's history. Yes, there's artistry. Yes, to all of that. But what happened there, what actually happens to the food is all science.

I like television. I still believe that television is the most powerful form of communication on Earth - I just hate what is being done with it.

I would have bacteria and, yeah, it would grow in what we call the danger zone, which is typically between 40 and 140. But if I'm getting something out of my refrigerator where it's been basically pretty clean and I'm putting it on my counter, what exactly is going to happen in that amount of time that going into a hot oven isn't going to kill? Nothing.

Lumps are caused by one thing and one thing alone - the improper addition of a starch.

I feel like being on Broadway will convince my mother that my theater degree was worth it.