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.

No one who cooks cooks alone.

The sharing of food is the basis of social life.

Dinner alone is one of life's pleasures.

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.

Lentils are friendly - the Miss Congeniality of the bean world.

It is often to the wary that the events in life are unexpected. Looser types-people who are not busy weighing and measuring every little thing-are used to accidents, coincidences, chance, things getting out of hand, things sneaking up on them. They are the happy children of life, to whom life happens for better or worse.