Seriously. I'm not very bright, and it takes a lot for me to get a concept - to really get a concept. To get it enough that it becomes part of me. But when it happens I get real excited about it

I'm prickly. I fuss over every single detail.

I'm just sitting around thinking about turkey.

You need to either create a slurry in a cold liquid, which also works with cornstarch, or you've got to do your gravy in a very wide pan and kind of scatter the flour over the top and then very quickly whisk it in.

Laughing brains are more absorbent.

Racism. It's ugly. Even in tubers.

I grill, therefore I am.