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.

Once my jars were labeled, I felt contentedly thrilled with myself, as if I had pulled off a wonderful trick. People feel this way when they bake bread or have babies, and although they are perfectly entitled to feel that way, in fact, nature does most of the work.

In this world of uncertainty and woe, one thing remains unchanged: Fresh, canned, pureed, dried, salted, sliced, and served with sugar and cream, or pressed into juice, the tomato is reliable, friendly, and delicious. We would be nothing without it.

No one who cooks cooks alone.

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.

I do not believe that you have to spend a lot of money to eat well: it is hard to beat a plain old baked potato.

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