For me, a plain baked potato is the most delicious one....It is soothing and enough.

Too few of us, perhaps, feel that breaking of bread, the sharing of salt, the common dipping into one bowl, mean more than satisfaction of a need. We make such primal things as casual as tunes heard over a radio, forgetting the mystery and strength in both.

gastronomy is and always has been connected with its sister art of love.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

There is a communication of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine is drunk. And that is my answer when people ask me: Why do you write about hunger, and not wars or love.

One martini is just right. Two martinis are too many. Three martinis are never enough.

Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.