The secret of good cooking is, first, having a love of it.

I am still convinced that a good, simple, homemade cookie is preferable to all the store-bought cookies one can find.

I'm really enamored of the potato in all its guises.

What comforted me? That is easy. It was a strong cold chicken jelly so very, very thick. My mother's Chinese cook would fix it. He would cook it down, condense it-this broth with all sorts of feet in it, then it would gell into sheer bliss. It kept me alive once for three weeks when I was ill as a child. And I've always craved it since.

I’ve long said that if I were about to be executed and were given a choice of my last meal, it would be bacon and eggs.

It's foolish to go through life bemoaning the fact that you can't have this or that. Twaddle! You can omit certain foods and still enjoy eating.

Too few people understand a really good sandwich.