I'm a beet freak. I put them in the pressure cooker.

It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it.

It's simply a very romantic place. Just one look at any of those streets, and you couldn't be anywhere else - it's so beautiful, and there's that location, and the sense of the free spirit. Who couldn't become ravenous in such a place?

You learn to cook so that you don't have to be a slave to recipes. You get what's in season and you know what to do with it.

It is hard to imagine a civilization without onions.

Remember, you are all alone in the kitchen and no one can see you.

The best way to execute French cooking is to get good and loaded and whack the hell out of a chicken.