Food like love is a deeply emotional matter.

Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.

Without peanuts, it isn't a cocktail party.

One of the secrets, and pleasures, of cooking is to learn to correct something if it goes awry; and one of the lessons is to grin and bear it if it cannot be fixed.

Once you have mastered a technique, you barely have to look at a recipe again

Upon reflection, I decided I had three main weaknesses: I was confused (evidenced by a lack of facts, an inability to coordinate my thoughts, and an inability to verbalize my ideas); I had a lack of confidence, which cause me to back down from forcefully stated positions; and I was overly emotional at the expense of careful, 'scientific' though. I was thirty-seven years old and still discovering who I was.

I was a romantic, messy thinker. I was raised with very conservative beliefs, but that was a long time ago.