It's a shame to be caught up in something that doesn't absolutely make you tremble with joy.

I would happily die with a bottle of white Burgundy in my mouth.

Life itself is the proper binge.

You don't have to cook fancy or complicated masterpieces - just good food from fresh ingredients.

Never apologize for your cooking.

In the 1960s, you could eat anything you wanted, and of course, people were smoking cigarettes and all kinds of things, and there was no talk about fat and anything like that, and butter and cream were rife. Those were lovely days for gastronomy, I must say.

I never feel lonely in the kitchen. Food is very friendly.