There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

I don't believe in low-fat cooking.

I never taste the wine first in restaurants, I just ask the waiter to pour.

I think we all live in a world that is so fast-paced, it's threatening and absolutely saturated with change and novelty and insecurity. Therefore, the ritual of cooking and feeding my family and friends, whoever drops in, is what makes me feel that I'm in a universe that is contained.

Good olive oil, good butter, milk - they give food taste and depth and a richness that you cant reproduce with low-fat ingredients.

(In cooking), there is always room for careful tinkering.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.