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

We ought to enjoy our food, we ought to take time and care and prepare it correctly, and we ought to have fun doing it and make it a communal event.

My mother was independent. She had grown up in Dalton and Pittsfield, in western Massachusetts, and she was one of the first women drivers in that area.

Just how could a nation often be great if it's bread tastes want Kleenex.

Food, like the people who eat it, can be stimulated by wine or spirits. And, as with people, it can also be spoiled.

A party without cake is really just a meeting.

I think one of the terrible things today is that people have this deathly fear of food: fear of eggs, say, or fear of butter. Most doctors feel that you can have a little bit of everything.