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.

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

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

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.

The secret of good cooking is, first, having a love of it… If you’re convinced that cooking is drudgery, you’re never going to be good at it, and you might as well warm up something frozen.

I have had, in my time, memorable meals of scrambled eggs with fresh truffles, scrambled eggs with caviar and other glamorous things, but to me, there are few things as magnificent as scrambled eggs, pure and simple, perfectly cooked and perfectly seasoned.