I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

I wasn't that great a chef, and I don't think I'm that great a writer.

It would be an egregious mistake to ever refer to me in the same breath as most of the people I write about.

And now to sleep, to dream...perchance to fart.

What you're going to be eating in the next year is decided by chefs. If the consensus is that pot-bellies are in next season, that's what's on your plate. And I think that's a good thing, because we know, obviously, about food.

Good food is very often, even most often, simple food.

I'm excited by any food that's prepared by someone who's proud of what they're doing, who puts a personal imprint on food.