Cooking hasn't yet been accepted as the art form it is. It should be on the level with any of the other art forms.

Dining with one's friends and beloved family is certainly one of life's primal and most innocent delights, one that is both soul-satisfying and eternal.

The measure of achievement is not winning awards. It's doing something that you appreciate, something you believe is worthwhile.

Fake food -- I mean those patented substances chemically flavored and mechanically bulked out to kill the appetite and deceive the gut -- is unnatural, almost immoral, a bane to good eating and good cooking.

But I was a pure romantic, and only operating with half my burners turned on.

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.

We are so bemused by our own petard, that we are unable to look at things objectively.