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

When the war broke out I decided I would be very patriotic. Standing my full height. I presented myself to the Wacs and the to the Waves. And I was rejected - I was an inch too tall.

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

The American poultry industry had made it possible to grow a fine-looking fryer in record time and sell it at a reasonable price, but no one mentioned that the result usually tasted like the stuffing inside of a teddy bear.

Noodles are not only amusing but delicious.

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

I'm not wild about those twenty-four hour marinades