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.

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.

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.

To feel safe and warm on a cold wet night, all you really need is soup.

Both happy and sad people can be cheered up by a nice meal.

The sharing of food is the basis of social life, and to many people it is the only kind of social life worth participating in.

The old days were slower. People buttered their bread without guilt and sat down to dinner en famille.