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. There are few sights that appeal to me more than the streaks of lean and fat in a good side of bacon, or the lovely round of pinkish meat framed in delicate white fat that is Canadian bacon. Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing.

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

Nothing is quite as intoxicating as the smell of bacon frying in the morning, save perhaps the smell of coffee brewing.

The only thing that will make a souffle fall is if it knows you're afraid of it.

Good bread is the most fundamentally satisfying of all foods; and good bread with fresh butter, the greatest of feasts.

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

If I had to narrow my choice of meats down to one for the rest of my life, I am quite certain that meat would be pork.