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

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.

I am so happy to see more and more people in this country are becoming addicted to cheese.

In a house without a genuine kitchen, one of the delights of growing up is lost.

Good bread and good butter go together. They are one of the perfect marriages in gastronomy, and they never fail to cheer me.

Like the theater, offering food and hospitality to people is a matter of showmanship, and no matter how simple the performance, unless you do it well, with love and originality, you have a flop on your hands.

The kitchen, reasonably enough, was the scene of my first gastronomic adventure. I was on all fours. I crawled into the vegetable bin, settled on a giant onion and ate it, skin and all. It must have marked me for life, for I have never ceased to love the hearty flavor of raw onions.