I'm a big believer in the negligee, that nearly invisible screen standing between you and the object of your desire.

In Europe I couldn't be anything but a black cook working for somebody. My inspiration was to own, to be the chef.

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite American traditions. I quickly picked it up when I moved to the U.S. from Sweden.

For many of us, clean water is so plentiful and readily available that we rarely, if ever, pause to consider what life would be like without it.

Where is the stretch? Where is the perfect fit? Where does it make sense? You have to be a Baryshnikov.

You know that old expression "It's not whether you win or lose; it's how you play the game". That line was definitely not coined by a chef. Because for a chef, it's only about whether or not you pull through. If you fail, nobody cares how hard you tried.

I love Europe, but we are still struggling with that kind of development. First of all, we don't have a smart conversation about the difference between an immigrant and a refugee. A refugee can't go back. An immigrant is someone - I chose to move to America. And I also have the option of saying hey, didn't work out, I can move back. That's a completely different story than someone who is locked in.