I was kind of an innocent hayseed from a middle-class, utterly nonintellectual background.

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.

You'll never know everything about anything, especially something you love.

It is hard to imagine a civilization without onions.

A party without cake is really just a meeting.

I don't think about whether people will remember me or not. I've been an ok person. I've learned a lot. I've taught people a thing or two. That's what's important.

People who love to eat are always the best people.