This is the dream of all the world. The dream is to live in Granada. You know, work in the morning, have a one-hour in the afternoon, at night go out and have that life. You know. Go out and see your friends and eat tapa and drink red wine and be in a beautiful place.

The worst, most dangerous person to America is clearly Paula Deen. She revels in unholy connections with evil corporations and she's proud of the fact that her food is f---ing bad for you. If I were on at seven at night and loved by millions of people at every age, I would think twice before telling an already obese nation that it's OK to eat food that is killing us. Plus, her food sucks.

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

I wanted it to look like real cooking in someone's real home or just so out-of-there bizarre that it would be fun.

It's been about a week without alcohol of any kind. I'm enjoying my new, clean-living lifestyle.

At the end of a dinner at my house, my kitchen sink is filled with dishes and there's nothing pretty about the garbage.

I think of [street food] as the antidote to fast food; it's the clear alternative to the king, the clown and the colonel.