In college, I think I probably positioned myself as an aspiring writer, meaning I dressed sort of extravagantly and adopted all the semi-Byronic affectations, as if I were writing, although I wasn't actually doing any writing.

Whatever everyone else has asked you to do or never let you do, and let's do that.

I've seen zero evidence of any nation on Earth other than Mexico even remotely having the slightest clue what Mexican food is about or even come close to reproducing it. It is perhaps the most misunderstood country and cuisine on Earth.

We learn as professionals by repetition, by getting it wrong, getting yelled at and doing it again.

A good, stinky French cheese or a good Stilton. These are things I really, really love. Dessert I can obviously live without.

You realize after you travel enough that there's some things that, no matter how good you are at making television, no matter how good your cameras are, how well it's edited, there's no way the lenses could have captured the moment, and there's no way you will ever be able to write about it and do it justice.

Being on television, being recognizable, this is unnatural.