An ounce of sauce covers a multitude of sins.

Being a vegan is a first-world phenomenon, completely self-indulgent.

I have the best job in the world.

I'm not Ted Nugent. My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature. I would never hunt. I would never wear fur. I would never go to a bullfight. I'm not really a meat and potatoes guy.

Always entertain the possibility that something, no matter how squiggly and scary looking, might just be good.

For a moment, or a second, the pinched expressions of the cynical, world-weary, throat-cutting, miserable bastards we've all had to become disappears, when we're confronted with something as simple as a plate of food.

Skills can be taught. Character you either have or you don't have.