People who like to cook like to talk about food....without one cook giving another cook a tip or two, human life might have died out a long time ago.

Many people eat salad dutifully because they feel it is good for them, but more enlightened types eat it happily because it is good.

That family glaze of common references, jokes, events, calamities-that sense of a family being like a kitchen midden: layer upon layer of the things daily life is made of. The edifice that lovers build is by comparison delicate and one-dimensional.

There is nothing like soup. It is by nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup in a can.

I will never eat fish eyeballs, and I do not want to taste anything commonly kept as a house pet, but otherwise I am a cinch to feed.

Friendship is not possible between two women one of whom is very well dressed.

I come from a coffee-loving family, and you can always tell when my sister and I have been around, because both of us collect all the dead coffee from everyone's morning cup, pour it over ice, and drink it. This is a disgusting habit.