No one who cooks cooks alone.

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.

It is a fact of life that people give dinner parties, and when they invite you, you have to turn around and invite them back. Often they retaliate by inviting you again, and you must then extend another invitation. Back and forth you go, like Ping-Pong balls, and what you end up with is called social life.

For the socially timid, the kitchen is the place to be. At least, it is a place to start.

Fulfillment leaves an empty space where longing used to be.

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

When life is hard and the day has been long, the ideal dinner is not four perfect courses, each in a lovely pool of sauce whose ambrosial flavors are like nothing ever before tasted, but rather something comforting and savory, easy on the digestion - something that makes one feel, if even for only a minute, that one is safe.