I am firmly in the lard camp. It must be what we call leaf lard, which is a specific kind of lard that resides around certain internal organs in the pig.

The problem is I am both a procrastinator and a power junkie, so I am very frustrating to work with.

I don't like to be polarizing. It's not who I am.

Now my wife may think she's locked me out of the kitchen but MacGyver's not my patron saint for nothing.

I found that if I offered to cook for a girl, my odds improved radically over simply asking a girl out. Through my efforts to attract the opposite sex, I found that not only did cooking work, but that it was actually fun.

Very good cooks who are employed as 'chefs' rarely refer to themselves as 'chefs.' They refer to themselves as 'cooks.'

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