Anyone who tells you fatherhood is the greatest thing that can happen to you, they are understating it.
My theory is that all of Scottish cuisine is based on a dare.
My dad sold encyclopedias and my mom worked in a factory office.
Canada is a country of ingredients without a cuisine; we're a country with musicians without an indigenous instrument; Toronto's a city that doesn't even have a dish named after it.
Well, I like how people talk. I like language. You know, Linda Richman spoke in Yiddish.
I'm basically a sexless geek. Look at me, I have pasty-white skin, I have acne scars and I'm five-foot-nothing. Does that sound like a real sexual dynamo to you?